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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