Ford pickups and welding things;
Diesel engines and machinery;
Hunting and fishing and hanging out with his friends.

Always by his sisters’ side;
He was his daddy’s ride or die;
Lovin’ his momma, you know they were a big part of him.

Folded arms and a baseball cap;
Driving on his Grandpa’s lap;
An old soul- willing to lend a hand.

Snowmobiles in a poker run;
Family rides, always up for fun;
Lake Powell trips, 4 wheel drivin’ in the sand.

He’d crack a smile every now and then;
Brown eyed boy, would you look at him;
Not much on words, but hearing what you had to say.

Back roads and muddy tires;
Peterbilts and camp fires;
A work ethic that never gave the day a break.

Homecoming king from a small town;
Practically knew everyone around;
He’ll be remembered every time we hear his name.

We sadly say, “til we meet again;”
And, we believe this is not the end;
We pray for grace to take away the pain.

And, though it’s hard not to question why;
Why do all the good ones die?
We must remember, God has a plan for everyone.

All we have now are the memories;
Prayers sent up for serenity;
Forever in our hearts, Friend, Cousin, Nephew, Brother, (Grand) Son. 🙏🏼

Love, Carla Reams
2/3/2025