- 70 years old
- Date of birth: Jun 28, 1945
- Place of birth:
Gardner, Massachusetts, United States
- Date of passing: Jul 27, 2015
- Place of passing:
San Marcos, California, United States
Memories of Jeff from his daughter, Stephanie:
Even as far back as I can remember, my dad never talked down to me or treated me like a little kid. He was encouraging and wanted me to learn about the world around me, to ask questions and to learn as much as I could. Whenever I learned something new, he would tell me how impressed he was and he always supported me. He loved to make me laugh, especially when I was least expecting it. He was incredibly hard-working and was still holding down two jobs up until about a year ago; he worked for Home Depot and also worked from home for a number of years in sales for multiple companies.
Dad was funny. He was loving and giving. He helped shape my sense of humor by showing me Mel Brooks, the Marx Brothers and Mystery Science Theater. For years, if certain movies like Blazing Saddles or The Shawshank Redemption were on cable, he'd call and tell me so we could watch at the same time. He encouraged and celebrated any and all of creative and artistic endeavors, from singing to music to writing, sometimes even picking me up from high school at 2:00 am at the very end of marching band tournament days. He was there at every graduation and tons of band practices and performances.
He'd read every Ian Fleming novel and made me the James Bond fan I am. He was terrible at drawing, and we always laughed about it. We used to take long drives together just to listen to old radio shows from the 30's and 40's that we collected on tape - War of the Worlds, Suspense and Inner Sanctum Mysteries and he's most of the reason I love Hitchcock and classic films, especially sci-fi and monster movies. He took me to the movies more times than I can begin to count. Even with two bad knees, he took me to Disneyland a ton of times, and we always stayed from the moment the park opened to the moment it closed without a single complaint from him. If there was trivia at any restaurant we ate at, we played it together as a team. He loved sports. Baseball was his favorite and he brought me up with hockey. When I was a kid, we had season tickets to the San Diego Gulls and by one of his connections, he managed to get me a signed hockey stick from the entire team – and it still resides in my living room. I called him, excitedly yelling into the phone, when the Red Sox reversed the curse. He never ever failed to make a William Shatner/Twilight Zone "man on the wing" joke when we flew together. During one visit to our relatives in Massachusetts, he made sure to take me to the Old North Bridge in Concord because preteen, nerdy me desperately wanted to stand where the American Revolution began.
I could keep going forever, in all honestly. I have a million memories and happy moments that I am beyond grateful for. I had the absolute best dad I could have hoped for in this world and the very least I can do is tell anyone who will listen how absolutely wonderful he was. There was never a moment in my life that I doubted how much he loved me or would be there at any time of the day or night if I needed him.
My dad has always been and still is my hero, my inspiration, and the person I remember when I think of what it means to be selfless, caring, and kind.
These are some of my wonderful memrories of my dad, Jeff Taylor. I welcome you to share your memories or kind words below.
"I still think about Jeff as a former neighbor and wish he still lived next door. I believe, however, he is living a better existence and I'm glad for him."
"Jeff and I were best friends since we were in first grade; he was best man at our wedding and though we lived many miles apart as adults, we always stayed in touch. His passing leaves us deeply saddened and so I make this humble request, "Dear God, please take good care of my pal Jeff, who is coming to claim his permanent place in your city of gold, where there is only and always joy and peace and love, and where there are no more tears. I think that you and he, God, will become good friends. Only thing is, God, be prepared to laugh a lot."
So long my friend. You are in good hands now."
"Jean Forsythe just phoned to tell me of Jeff's passing. I am deeply saddened. I lived on "the other side" of Jeff in Oceanside and found him to be a kind, caring and all-round good neighbor. Each week he would push my trash cans up from the street, just to be kind and neighborly, He always spoke very highly of you, Stephanie...a proud papa! I was saddened that he moved and feel so badly that he is no longer with us. Britt Ferguson"
"I only heard today that Jeff had passed away and it truly saddened me. Jeff was my next door neighbor in Oceanside for the past nine years--what a good friend and a great neighbor he was! I will truly miss him. Jean Forsythe"
"Your dad was one of the nicest men I have ever met! I worked with him at Home Depot and he treated me so kind always. I quit last year and my husband goes in there all the time and the day before he died he asked how I was and to say hi. I wish I had gone in with him and I would of seen him. He was such a wonderful friend and coworker ! I know he will truly be missed. Leslie Steele"
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