Til We Meet Again

My Grandpa Taylor died last week, the day after Thanksgiving. He was a great many things, but, his most memorable attribute, was that he was a "True Wyoming Cowboy." He had many loves. His greatest loves included my Grammie, his beautiful wife of 58 years, horses, Bronc riding, cattle, ranches, Wyoming countryside, cowboy poetry, cattle dogs, his 4 children, 13 grandchildren, 13 great grandchildren, and his Savior. I spent entire summers on my Grandparent's ranch in Lonetree, Wyoming, and these were some of the best memories from my childhood. Though I never worked beside him, like my parents, and my brothers did, I witnessed his hard working ethic day in and day out. He awoke at dawn, and didn't come in until dusk. He put me on my first horse, bare back, as a young child, and let me drive a car on the ranch when I was 12. His last words to us were always "Be careful." He knew the dangers of the world, and worried about us when we stepped out of his protective barriers. Although I will miss you, Grandpa, I know that you are where you should be, with our Brother. And, I look forward to the day when we meet again.