I can't help but think about how much Travis loved music. Funny enough, we had the same taste in music. I could easily exchange music with him anytime. We could spend hours just listening to music. Whenever we got together we would compare music libraries, and the funny thing is, he was always an album or two ahead of me. He had the mind of a composer. 


His love for music was such, that whenever he sang, he would light up the room. Everything around him would stop. That feeling of joy was so overpowering that it would lay one everyone. You couldn't help but feel happy. As we all know, it wasn't his pitch perfect singing, it was the feeling, the passion, the heart he put into everything he did what made the difference. It was him who made the difference. 

He brought so much joy into my life, into the life of my kids and so many others... I'll be eternally grateful. The bar has been set pretty high for all of us who knew him. 

He lived his life like a bull with fins. A cowboy with a fishing rod. A dad and a heck of a grandpa. Now he is a wild horse with wings. High, up, up high. It is what's in your heart that matters. Live forever Travis!