Birth date: Aug 22, 1920 Death date: Dec 19, 2003
Thompson B. Webb Jr., 83, of Fayetteville died at his home with his family on Friday, December 19, 2003. He was born in Lake, Mississippi August 22, 1920 to Thompson and Audrey Webb. He was a veteran of WWII and a retired special Read Obituary
I will always remember Uncle "T" for his honesty and intregity but mostly his unique wit. He was a great strength and comfort after my father, (his brother) died to not only my mother but to me as well. Aunt Pat, I will be praying for you and Tommy during the upcoming days.
With Love,
Bynn
Aunt Frances, So sorry to hear this and thinking of you. Love, Butch and Carolyn
Pat,
I delivered Terrie's lunch on Fridays. Though the circumstances were sad, I was inspired by the courage of the three of you. I enjoyed Thompson's stories of some of his investigations. Please accept my sympathy on his death and, belatedly, that of Terrie.
Charles Richardson
Formerly with Meals-on-Wheels
Oh Pat, I am so very sorry. Call me at any hour if you need to talk. And give our regards to Tommy & family. I will phone you soon. Take care of youself. You are special to both of us.
To Terrie's family: I am sorry to learn of your losses. I was a high school friend of Terrie's - when she had the Karmen Ghia. We lost touch over the years, but I have some good memories of our times together. Many people thought we were sisters because we looked alike. Please accept my condolences on the loss of your father and husband and on the loss of Terrie. I am praying for a comforting hand from our Lord on your family.
Sincerely,
Laura Langston Neal
My heart aches at the learning of Mr.Webb's death. How can someone express the years of happiness that TB, Terrie, the entire family brought into our lives while they were our next door neighbors in Jackson. The years of kinship and friendship that many people will never know the blessing of having. No only was Terrie a dear friend & running buddy, but TB was a mentor to me. Teaching me the art & love of restoring furniture. Not only being a patient teacher, but just sitting, watching, learning & listening to intrieging stories of undercover cases.
What a wonderful man. Our tears and sorrow are replaced with prayers for Mrs Webb, Tommy & all the family. And just as importantly, my sorrow is replaced with treasured memories. Much love to all.
Pat and Tom, We are so sorry to hear of Mr. Webb's passing. Our thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. The FBI family thought a lot of Tommy. We could always count on his sense of humor for laughter. He will be missed.
Thompson B. Webb was my father. He was the eldest child in a family that had to work hard six days a week to keep a farm in the Mississippi piney woods going through the Depression. He was not a big man, but he won a football scholarship because that was the only way he could go to Junior College.
He never claimed to be gifted, but he went to night school to finish his accounting degree while excelling at his day job as a clerk in the FBI office. Eventually he earned his law degree and passed the bar. Whatever he needed to learn in order to advance he mastered with unlimited energy.
When war came, he and his brothers placed their considerable strength and devotion in the unconditional service of their country. He met Patricia Crawford, fell in love with her, and they married. They began a family as the war was ending, they rode trains all over the country, and lived in Pittsburgh and Chicago as he began his career with the FBI.
It is appropriate that his employer for over 30 years was the Justice Department, because my father was a unique "Department of Justice" in and of himself. He believed in rules and fairness. Like all great lawmen, while he maintained his professional demeanor at all times, injustice offended him personally. People who could commit oppression, violence, treachery, or dishonesty became his enemies because they contradicted his fundamental decency. He deeply enjoyed bringing such people to justice and keeping them safely removed from our lives. He unhesitatingly helped those in need and defended the weak. He had strength to spare. He did not speculate about justice, he enforced it.
Even though he was gravely ill, he could not leave until his fatherly duty of care for his daughter, Terrie, was fulfilled. When she died in October, he felt free to join her, his younger brothers, and his mother and father. As a peacemaker he will find his blessing.
When I was growing up I met many of my father's fellow lawmen. I think just observing his and their dedication and integrity must have helped me a little bit. In the last few months I have had the privilege of renewing acquaintance with some of these men. They are older now, but no less impressive. My father did not read poetry, but I think he would approve of my sharing a line of Tennyson with his friends. As my father weakened I often thought of this line and now as I talk to his old friends I hear it again-
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are,
we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Mrs. Webb,
I was sorry to learn of Tommy's passing. It was my pleasure to have known and worked with him. He played an invaluable role in bringing integrity back into the Governor's Office of Federal-State Programs. He could always be relied on to "do the right thing". The people of this state owe him a debt of gratitude and we are diminished by his death.
Dick Molpus
We wanted to extend our condolences to Thompson's family. We thought so much of him and have dearly missed him after his move to Arkansas. Although we are unable to attend, our thoughts and prayers are with the family.
Charline Moore and Dot O'Brien
