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S: Jonathan Budman Phillips Parkin

BC: Peace & Love, Budman, Peace & Love

FC: Bud Parkin And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. ~Abraham Lincoln

1: Our Beloved Budman

4: Mom You are full of life Loving, Friendship, Always there My mother, my friend Dad A big teddy bear Energy and Sympathy Never has given up Cate You were my mother Hardworking, Sharing, So smart Beautiful and sweet Annie An inspiration You try so hard everyday Many lessons of life Me You’re so ignorant You’re so smart but you’re so dumb Yet, learned from mistakes Grandpa You are my hero Caring, Loving, A best friend Never forget you ~Bud 2009

5: Quote

7: When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. ~Jimi Hendrix Bud knew the power of love. He showered it on everyone in his life.

8: Childhood Memories with Bud Jonathan “Bud” “Bud man” Parkin and I grew up together. I’d tell you when we met or became friends but quite frankly we were so young that I couldn’t remember everything at that age. Bud was an extraordinary best friend growing up and I have just a few of many memories of us running around the neighborhood. Every morning before grade school Bud and I would watch a few different shows and cartoons on TV like the show “recess” and “Pokémon” before it was time to leave for Silas Willard. Upon our arrival to school we would play basketball. Bud always won of course. Bud was a great athlete when it came to various sports such as soccer and basketball. I’ve never seen someone work so hard to perfect their jump shot. I always envied Bud on how he had such a great endurance while keeping up with the pace if he wasn’t already setting it. He also enjoyed fishing, listing off all the fish that he caught that I didn’t have even a clue on which ones were which, but all I knew is that he caught a whole bunch of them. When it came to the neighborhood Bud Man ruled it. We would ride our bikes with pegs and micro scooters around sometimes recklessly, leading to multiple scars that will stick with us for life. Maybe that made us blood brothers. We also had multiple club houses, approximately four at my house, three at the Parkins, and even one outside of Uncle Clarence’s. I would tell the locations tonight but you don’t know the password. We also planned to make a slide and connect it to each others house. After we realized we couldn’t do that we planned on running a string and cups to each others house to use as a phone. But at the time these ideas were great. Bud and I would talk about the girls we were “dating” and argue on who was going to marry Pamela Anderson. Bud and I would always pester Annie, Cate and their friends. I remember one time Bud and I chasing all of Annie’s friends around the whole house when she had a sleepover. When it came to telling bud a story he always had a story to top it, and a lot of the time he did. He was so proud of his family, and rightfully so. Bud definitely had an appetite. Like the summer where we ate ramen noodles and drank cases and cases of Pepsi, mountain dew, and steward’s soda nearly everyday. We would all just raid the junk food drawer, candy and chocolate on the right, ho-hoes, Twinkies, zebra cakes, and little Debbie’s on the left. He would eat green peppers like an apple. Cucumbers and vinegar constantly. We were always riding our bikes to quick stop to get shakes and chicken strips, so much so that the owner knew our names. Bud was a hard worker; once he learned to mow the yard he kept it spotless. Even sweeping all the acorns off of the driveway. He did all the chores he was told to do. Occasionally I would help him so we could go swimming, then jump on the trampoline, and then go to quick stop. One day Josh Hill was raking the leaves in his yard and he made us a deal that is we raked all the leaves up that he would take us to McDonalds and buy us a big Mac meal when they first came out. So we did. Bud and I were great kids, friends, and brothers. I thought about how Bud even got the nickname “Bud”, but it’s a no brainer, Bud was friends with everyone. The name couldn’t have fit him better. Love you Bud. ~T.J. Scott

9: A heartbeat skip, relationship So we would stay up late A teardrop drip below your lip Beside the airport gate A sudden slip from where We used to be a year ago A real-life script of how Our hands would hold and not let go But delay the mournful words Of complicated overcast Please take the message That you taught me how to live at last But I said my confidence It gets stronger when you're next to me But we wave respect goodbye In quest for what we long to be, but I might crumble, I might take a fall again (Still missing you) I might crumble, I might take a fall again (Still missing you) I might crumble, I might take a fall again But you're my everlasting friend Will you be coming home? (Everlasting friend) My everlasting friend, will you be coming home? (Everlasting friend) I might crumble, I might take a fall again (Still missing you) I might crumble, I might take a fall again I just want to know that you'll be coming home | "Everlasting Friend" A heartbeat skip, relationship Inside a bubble bath An icing drip below your lip So we undo the math A sudden slip between My pathetic sedatives A real-life script of how Mistakes became our medicine, so Delay the hurtful words Of complicated overcast Please take the message that I'm Picking up my chin at last I said my confidence It gets stronger when you're next to me But we pray from miles away In quest for what we long to be I might crumble, I might take a fall again (Still missing you) I might crumble, I might take a fall again (Still missing you) I might crumble, I might take a fall again But you're my everlasting friend Everlasting friend

13: To Bud, our wonderful son. I know you are listening right now. Speaking for the whole family, we want you to know how loved you are. You are a very special person. We want you to know how so proud we are of you. Proud of the way you battled back. Proud of you being accepted into ISU. Even through the tough times, please know that we never gave up on you and had faith that you would make it - and you did. We will miss your humor, your smiling face, those never-ending eyelashes and especially the love you showed to your family. And a special note, I will miss coming home from work seeing your smile and hearing you ask “How was work today.” Bud you will be forever loved. ~Roy

14: Who was Bud? –Just look at those pictures and you know. His twinkling, mischievous eyes, his contagious, heart warming smile that never excluded anyone. I mean – he had a way of making everyone feel special. One of his ways of doing this was by giving people a nickname that he called them – How many of you were blessed with a nickname that Bud gave you? Raise your hands. See - this boy touched everyone he came into contact with. Me – I was Quallsy-Bear. Somehow Bud had a way of making everyone feel important and special. His outgoing, fun spirit that loved to help, talk, listen, play, fish, build, or cook, did it all. He brightened every corner of our lives. How – well, Bud Parkin embraced life and lived it to its fullest. He was the first to tell you how much he loved you. His cute boyish charm could make you smile one minute and incite you to anger the next. Bud was so intelligent – he knew exactly what buttons to push and exactly how close he could get to the line before pushing too far. How could he not be intelligent – just look at his family. And a ham? That was Bud. He would love to dress up in costume for his American Studies presentation. An amazing and knowledgeable speaker, he was always comfortable in front of people – even in a woman’s dress one time. Always having fun and adding an edge to everything! I won’t forget when he escorted Mr. Hickey down the catwalk for his birthday and swore they were brothers by their “ear resemblance.” A couple of younger neighbor girls were talking to me this week and said that they had crushes on that cute Bud Parkin. They loved watching him mow the yard without his shirt. And when Bud would catch them starting at him he would bend down and flex a little more to act like he was starting that mower. A total ham. Yes, Bud was so much to so many people – little brother, friend, son, student, uncle, and of course – heart throb! Who could not love Bud? His charm; humor; rebellious, challenging ways that we embraced and loved and at moments drove us crazy. These were Bud. He embodied life itself with his spirit for living. Whether riding a bike like a dare devil, building floats with his dad, being the first to volunteer for anything, or just hugging you in his tender way. ~Tammy Qualls

15: .... His twinkling mischievous eyes, his contagious, heart warming smile that never excluded anyone

16: My Buddy For those of you who know me well, you know I am a bit of a loner when it comes to male friendships. My family always comes first. If it was every a decision between going out with the guys or being with my family, it was an easy decision for me – always the family. Over the years, Bud filled that gap of male companionship. He was truly my buddy as well as my son. We both loved Illini football and basketball games. Along with Catherine, I will say when it came to watching the Illini lose, Bud had his mother’s temperament and did not handle the losses very well. Bud and I also loved to fish. We would go out to fish any chance we could get. As a little boy, Bud always wanted to have a contest. He would normally start with the number of fish each of us would catch. If towards the end of our fishing day Bud would realize he was behind he would switch the contest to who caught the biggest fish or who caught the only Bass or Catfish. Bud always seemed to win; but that was okay I just enjoyed being with my son. Bud also helped me out on the projects we did around the house. Although he would complain about having to help (as I did to my Dad as a boy) once he got working I think he enjoyed spending the time together. I know I did. The last project we did together was rehabilitating the last three rooms in our house. I would hear him talking to his friends, describing the project and what we had done together. You could hear in his voice how proud he was of the work he had accomplished. ~Roy | In my mind, Bud’s most inspiring quality was his kindness and compassion. He would do anything, and I mean anything, for those he loved – and there were countless people on that list. Not only was he fiercely loyal to his friends and family; but he also would defend those who were unable to defend themselves. No one got bullied when Bud was around, he would not put up with that. ~Roy

17: Stars shining bright above you; Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you." Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say nighty-night and kiss me; Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me. While I'm alone, blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading but I linger on, dear--- Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear, Just saying this... | Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you--- Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading but I linger on, dear--- Still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn, dear, Just saying this... Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you--- Sweet dreams that leave all worries far behind you. But in your dreams, whatever they be, Dream a little dream of me.

20: The Smell of Home There are many different aromas, which remind me of so many memories. However, there’s a scent that sticks out above all others, the one that calls me home. The smell of that certain apple-cinnamon pie tart that my mother puts out every winter season, that exudes all through the house. This special tart reminds me of every Christmas that I have shared with my family and all the wonderful times we’ve had around the Christmas tree and in our kitchen. The back door opens and I’m struck in the face with the smell of comfort, childhood, and family. My siblings have always said that they weren’t home until they came to our kitchen and smelled the ripe apples laced with cinnamon. Such a sweet, simple scent, yet it speaks so much to the hearts of our family. It says baking Grandma Wiley’s Christmas sugar cookies with powdered sugar icing on a gray snowy December day. It speaks to all of us of Dad in an apron while cooking his dad’s famous light chocolate coconut fudge. Sometimes the scent mingles with a tinge of peppermint, as we make our pounds of peppermint bark, which my grandfather ate by the handful. No matter what we cook together in that kitchen the scent is always touched by my favorite apple-cinnamon tart. Christmassy apple and cinnamon perfume says welcome to our home to the Schwann’s delivery man, the paper lady, the pizza guy, close friends, and adopted family. It’s a scent that all have come to recognize as warmth and welcome to our home. It’s as much as part of our holiday hospitality as the liquored up hot chocolate that brings the whole family together. If one scent could mean love and comfort, this is the scent that describes it all. When I smell it, I am five once again, covered in flour as I help my mom cut out her famous sugar cookies and all seem to know. I am ten again and waiting at the door for Grandpa to appear with the magic of Santa Claus. I am 18, and it is the scent that erases all the bad times to nothing and gives hope for me and my family for tomorrow. ~ Bud 2009

21: When I smell it, I am five once again, covered in flour as I help my mom cut her famous sugar cookies.... ~Bud

22: A true blend of Wiley & Parkin

26: Family of the Heart

27: They were all part of Bud’s family, and I know he loved each and everyone of you just like blood. ~Roy

29: Let It Be When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be. And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer. let it be. Let it be, let it be, ..... And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me, shine until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, .....

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