Barry William Webb

My cousin Barry was a huge part of my life, starting with our annual Thanksgivings at his dad Kermit´s house in Dickinson, when he and his brother Ronny always had time for their much younger cousin. When he was 22 and I was 15, he moved back to Houston, and for years we were inseparable, going on vacations to Colorado and in general having a lot of fun.

This picture epitomizes Barry; he was always smiling, cheerful and ready to help those who needed it. He was a truly decent, kind man, and he will be missed by those who knew him.