Tricia Murphree Biggers
Most of my sweet memories of Zac are of us growing up meeting at Grandma Lovie & Grandpa Luther's house in Siloam. I'm about 7 years older so I remember when he was born, the outfits Melinda would put on him, his curly hair and his kindness. I would be with my Aunt Melinda and Uncle Ken a lot through my teen years, selling tshirts in Dallas, doing fireworks in Tonitown, or at their house. One evening in Tonitown a storm came up as Zac and I were selling fireworks in a tent on the side of the road. He was every bit of 12 and I was probably around 19. The wind started whipping, the rain pelting in and he braved it like a champ putting those flaps down without getting struck by lightning. I ran across the street to call Ken on the pay phone (pre-cell phones). We would reminisce often about that night and laugh at our then terrifying experience. Yeah, the fireworks got a little wet and so did we but we hung in there til Ken came! Zac was like that. He would keep fighting back at the stuff sent his way. As he grew into an adult it was my joy that he put his faith in the Lord and found Kelly, his lovely bride. He always stayed the same kind-funny-talented-self, so interested in speaking to you and finding out what was going on with you and making time to say kind, humorous words to others. He is sorely missed but we do not grieve as the world grieves. We have hope in Christ!! Zac, I am so sad you are gone. My outward self wanted you to stay here and grow old, but my inward self knows without a doubt you are in a far better place! See you one day!! ❤️
