Clarke Taylor Memorial

Losing a loved one is always hard. I didn't know my Uncle Clarke very well, In fact, there were a lot of things written in his obituary that I didn't know about him. I didn't know that his knick-name was Corkie. I did know that he loved Moab and his family, and that he a sense of humor as dry as the Moab sand, a Taylor family trait. I know that my Mom and Dad did a great job under sad circumstances in helping to find the venue and helping Mia and Jason to plan his memorial, and I am proud of them and their efforts.  I enjoyed seeing some of my Aunts/Uncles/Cousins again, and for those that were not able to attend, I shot a few pictures. A special thanks to Aunt Peggy for "holding my hand" as we took pictures of the casket together. Clarke would have laughed at us, and we were glad he didn't sit up and holler "boo," though we wouldn't have been all that surprised if he had.
God Bless you Corkie, See ya on the flip-side.
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