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evil69
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Guys to be clear, Taylor was really good about wearing his harness. A close family friend lost his life a few years ago and that stuck with him (CJ, no belt). It was one of those deals we all have done just a few feet, loading, ect. Never take a chance. It can happen anywhere, anytime. Trust me, I could see doing EXACTLY what he did that night. It was only a couple feet to back up. Then get back out and unlock the hubs again. I am posting my speech I wrote to give you an idea of who this fine young man was. Trust me it was much much longer, but nobody wants to be in a church for two hours hearing me ramble.
The last few days I have had many people tell me how much Taylor learned from me and looked up to me. In all reality, it was completely the opposite. Taylor taught us all how to laugh at ourselves and well, others.
I can remember the first time I met Taylor on Atlanta Highway just a block or so down this street. I was in my 70 Bronco and some kid in this beat up, old brown Bronco pulls up and says "nice Bronco man". I said thanks. Had I know talking to him would be so much work down the road for me on that same old Bronco, I should have acted as if I never heard him.
Taylor always found the time for his family, Kara, friends, Bronco, hiking, school, and work. Even as packed and stressful as his schedule was, he would always be quick with a joke and a smile. Taylor could make a friend at the drop of a hat. We all know he would never drop his own because it never left his head. No matter how bad my day was he could bring a smile to my face. A few years ago; Taylor, Kara, and I planned on tailgating in a parking lot. We drove our Broncos up early and parked to save a spot for my pickup to come back later. When we showed back up, both Broncos had been towed. We spent some time and money getting them back and ended up watching the game at my house. Keep in mind, I am an Ohio State fan, and Georgia lost that game. Even so, I would not give up that day for anything. Taylor was still joking around and making the best of it.
Taylor was a brother to me. I look back at all of the work we put into his Bronco, and I am happy to have spent those countless hours dirty, greasy, and tired with him. Those hours were not wasted. I believe we spoke about every issue known to man. We even solved world peace, we were just holding out for the right time to tell everyone.
Even as most friends do, I cannot remember a time Taylor and I had been angry at each other or said negative things to each other in anger. Taylor was eight years my junior. Many people would find that strange, as I did at first. I met him at the age of 16 and did not meet him again for a few years. I was drawn to him due to his level of maturity that is not seen in today's youth. And he had numberous friends even older than myself. He was wise beyond his years. He enjoyed the simpler things in life and understood there really were better things to do than most twenty-something years old kids could grasp. The outdoors, good friends, and family were important to him. He loved his trips to the mountains with Mr Gregg and Rob. He loved getting into his Bronco and head into the woods. The funny thing I keep thinking about is Taylor may have known more about my Broncos than his own. I was never able to brag about them because he would already be doing that for me before I could even open my mouth.
Friday afternoon Taylor and I happened to speak about death. He did not want everyone to be sad, he wanted us to celebrate his life. He brought smiles to our faces in life and wished the same for us now. I hope one day to be half as good a man as Taylor Gregg was. Mr. and Mrs. Gregg, you raised the finest young man I have ever met. I am truely blessed to have been able to call him my friend. The most important thing Taylor taught me is, its not the number of years in your life, its the number of lives in your years. He did that like no other.
The last few days I have had many people tell me how much Taylor learned from me and looked up to me. In all reality, it was completely the opposite. Taylor taught us all how to laugh at ourselves and well, others.
I can remember the first time I met Taylor on Atlanta Highway just a block or so down this street. I was in my 70 Bronco and some kid in this beat up, old brown Bronco pulls up and says "nice Bronco man". I said thanks. Had I know talking to him would be so much work down the road for me on that same old Bronco, I should have acted as if I never heard him.
Taylor always found the time for his family, Kara, friends, Bronco, hiking, school, and work. Even as packed and stressful as his schedule was, he would always be quick with a joke and a smile. Taylor could make a friend at the drop of a hat. We all know he would never drop his own because it never left his head. No matter how bad my day was he could bring a smile to my face. A few years ago; Taylor, Kara, and I planned on tailgating in a parking lot. We drove our Broncos up early and parked to save a spot for my pickup to come back later. When we showed back up, both Broncos had been towed. We spent some time and money getting them back and ended up watching the game at my house. Keep in mind, I am an Ohio State fan, and Georgia lost that game. Even so, I would not give up that day for anything. Taylor was still joking around and making the best of it.
Taylor was a brother to me. I look back at all of the work we put into his Bronco, and I am happy to have spent those countless hours dirty, greasy, and tired with him. Those hours were not wasted. I believe we spoke about every issue known to man. We even solved world peace, we were just holding out for the right time to tell everyone.
Even as most friends do, I cannot remember a time Taylor and I had been angry at each other or said negative things to each other in anger. Taylor was eight years my junior. Many people would find that strange, as I did at first. I met him at the age of 16 and did not meet him again for a few years. I was drawn to him due to his level of maturity that is not seen in today's youth. And he had numberous friends even older than myself. He was wise beyond his years. He enjoyed the simpler things in life and understood there really were better things to do than most twenty-something years old kids could grasp. The outdoors, good friends, and family were important to him. He loved his trips to the mountains with Mr Gregg and Rob. He loved getting into his Bronco and head into the woods. The funny thing I keep thinking about is Taylor may have known more about my Broncos than his own. I was never able to brag about them because he would already be doing that for me before I could even open my mouth.
Friday afternoon Taylor and I happened to speak about death. He did not want everyone to be sad, he wanted us to celebrate his life. He brought smiles to our faces in life and wished the same for us now. I hope one day to be half as good a man as Taylor Gregg was. Mr. and Mrs. Gregg, you raised the finest young man I have ever met. I am truely blessed to have been able to call him my friend. The most important thing Taylor taught me is, its not the number of years in your life, its the number of lives in your years. He did that like no other.
