IN MEMORY OF

RALPH EUGENE TAYLOR JR.
"BUCKY"






Bucky born May 17, 1987 ~ died September 6, 1999

He came into our lives when he was the age of 6 months. Ralph Sr., left with 2 boys, Buck and his brother Joey, age 1 1/2, started dating our daughter, Doreen. They decided to become a family. This is when Bucky became part of our family.

He was a very happy, chubby, baby with curly, blond hair; just like you see in pictures. I called him the "Gerber Baby."

He always looked up to and followed his brother Joey.

Bucky was a very happy-go-lucky fellow, easy going, and loved everything and everybody. A very kind and giving heart. As more children were added to the family; Chris, Ashley and Larry. Bucky always kept a watchful eye on his siblings. He was the peacemaker and the caretaker of the other children, always making sure they would eat breakfast and make sure they were playing safely. Oh, he had his share in doing things that weren't suppose to be done, but if told not to, he would normally stop. I called him "MR MOM" because he loved making breakfast for everyone. Still he was all boy and just as rough and tough as the others.

As he grew a little older, Bucky got involved with wrestling and Little League baseball.

He was an avid Eagles football fan. He wore Eagle clothing, had Eagle cards and posters all in his room. He also was a Mark Martin race car fan.

He was admired by his family, friends, classmates and teachers.

He loved bike riding with his buddies, fishing, riding mini bikes, hunting, and being outdoors.

    

Then on Labor Day, a terrible thing happened. The family decided to stay home for the holiday as there was no school and mom and dad were off work. It was warm, so on the front porch, Doreen, Ralph Sr.,Larry and Ashley were enjoying the sunshine and eating peanuts. Joey and Chris were in the house playing Nintendo. Bucky went to play with their dog Dreyfuss. A short time went by, Doreen asked," where did Bucky go?" Ralph Sr. went looking in the house for him; out of the kitchen window, he could see him on the swing. At first Ralph thought, "what is he doing?" Then he realized something was not right. He ran to him, but it was too late.

Bucky is no longer with us in body, but will always be with us in heart. He is now our special angel in heaven, making breakfast for God. We will always remember and love him.

He was only 12 years old , just starting the 6th. grade. The school and little league put up plaques in his honor. A flag pole will be added to the little league ball field in Camptown, in Bucky's honor.

A dump truck was purchased by the family and a business was started in Bucky's honor. The name of the family company is called "Bucky's Dream." It was Bucky's dream to be a pro football player, buy his mother diamonds, and his dad a dump truck.

Good night Bucky, We love you very much.


Written by Jessica "In loving memory of (Bucky) 1999"

"ANOTHER HOME"

Awaiting us is another home
one that we can not see
it is a place to rest for eternity.



Here is where the angels rome
and the streets are pathed with gold
it is where God's love will unfold.



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
this is how we come and go,
but our soul moves on, as we know!



To live and die is a must,
than we go home to a better place,
which reveals to us God's precious face.



We are sad whe you must leave,
but your memory will always stay,
as we live our lives from day to day.



Our hearts are broken as we grieve,
but when we wipe a tear from our eye,
we know you are at home in the sky.





"MY MOM IS A SURVIVOR"

author unknown

My mom is a survivor,
or so Iv'e heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.



I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
she doesn't know I'm with her
to help her understand.


But like the sands on the beach
that never washes away...
I watch over my surviving mom;
who thinks of me each day.



She wears a smile for others...
a smile in desguise!
But through Heaven's door I see,
tears flowing from her eyes.



My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone that knows her knows
it is her way to survive.



As I watch over my surviving mom
through Heaven's open door...
I try to tell her that angles
protect me forever more.


I know that doesn't help her...
or else the burden she bears...
So if you get a chance, go visit her...
and show her that you care.



For no matter what she says...
no matter what she feels,
my surviving mom has a broken heart
that time won't heal.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY SON(BUCK)(THANK YOU BUCK)

3/18/2000 I LOVE AND MISS YOU.
LOVE ALWAYS, YOUR MOM, DOREEN

A LETTER FROM MOM


Buck,sometimes I feel so all alone as I cry so many tears as I sit next to your stone. I am still so very mad that I couldn't keep you longer.As I take care of your place of rest I try to remeber that God has his reasons for taking you so soon.But it doesn't make it any easier as I sit and think of you. I keep the cherubs on your stone to remind me of the child you were. I miss you son as you must know as I cry and cry when I am all alone. I hear it all the time that it will get easier or it will be okay but i know deep in my heart that it will never be okay. How can it get easier or be okay when my heart misses you more and more everyday.I love you son and miss you so.I pray to God to give me the strengh to carry on. I know it is hard for everyone to have lost you to your new home but we know God is there to carry you on.My heart will always ache for I have lost a very special son. Love forever.           Your Mother Doreen                                                                     11-16-00

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