| Age | 27 years |
| Date of Birth | 12/1948 |
| Date of Death | 11/1976 |
| Visitors | 827 since 17/11/2006 |
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George was a police constable with Strathclyde and was stationed in Carstairs at the time of his death. He was murdered while on duty on the 30th of November 1976, He was only 27yrs old.
It seems like only yesterday,
you said goodbye to me
and just as you were leaving
you called 'Back at ten for tea'.
But teatime never came that night
and never would again,
because sadly your life was taken
by two horrible violent men.
I still have wonderful memories
of the time we shared together.
The fun,the tears,the laughter
are locked in my heart forever.
Miss you,Love you.
Sally xxx
A poem for my Dad, Constable George Taylor. Killed 30th November 1976
God Needed an Angel
by David
The Angels came down the night you were taken
And lifted you silently from where you had fallen.
They tended your wounds and cleaned your sad face,
Then lifted you silently to a “Higher Place”,
You were laid before God, who bent down beside you.
Softly he touched you and thanked you for coming.
He apologised for the violence and the hurt it had caused,
Then asked you a favour…”Be an Angel for me”.
He explained that he knew of you and all of your credits,
Honesty, strength, loyalty, passion and kindness.
We all know your answer, that was a ‘given’.
George Taylor would be so proud to be an Angel from heaven.
We know that you watch over us and that you are near us.
The noise from your wings are heard in the wind.
The tiny dust clouds as you land down beside us
And that sweet aroma of pureness and kindness.
As a Husband, Dad and Papa we will always miss you
No words can explain that away.
We love you more each day and then life torments us
As we wish the wish that will never come true.
Treasured Son of Thea Taylor
Happy 60th Birthday Son you are ever in my thoughts.
The years have slipped away but not a day has gone by without thoughts of you, either when you were a wee boy wanting your old clothes on to go out and play, or as a man standing proud in his Police Uniform.
Your ever lovivng Mum xxxxxx times 10
Treasured memories George on your 60th Birthday. You are never more than a whisper away.
Everlasting love from Your big Sister Pat, John, Jacqueline, Lorraine, Roy, Scott and Greg
xxxxxxx
grandson kyle and scott
papa
i left a message yesterday becase it has been 32 years.
i really really miss you. i am sure scott misses you to. he is to young to understand.
but we both love you sooooooooooo much.
i am soo sad to put this on.
but we cant change the past.
but i wish we could see you and play with you.
i will write again.
love kyle and scott.your grandsons xxx
The Final Inspection
The Policeman stood & faced his God,
which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining
just as brightly as his brass.
'Step forward now, Policeman.
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To my church have you been true?'
The Policeman squared his shoulders and said,
'No Lord I guess I ain't.
Because those that carry badges
can't always be a Saint.
I've had to work most Sundays,
and sometimes my talk was rough...
and sometimes I've been violent
because the streets are awful tough.
But I never took a penny
that wasn't mine to keep...
though I worked a lot of overtime
when the bills just got to steep.
And I never passed a cry for help,
though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God forgive me,
I wept unmanly tears.
I know I don't deserve a place
among the people here.
They never wanted me around
except to calm their fear.
If you've a place for me here, Lord,
it needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much.
But if you don't I'll understand.'
There was silence all around the throne
where the Saints had often trod,
as the Policeman waited quietly
for the judgement of his God.
'Step forward now, Policeman.
You've borne your burdens well.
Come walk a beat on Heaven's streets.
You've done your time in Hell.'
Constable George William Chree Taylor.
26th December 1948 ~ 30th November 1976
Dad - Gone but never forgotten.
I am Gone...
Don't cry any more tears for me.
I am at peace. I'm finally free.
Like the eagle in the sky,
I am soaring. So, please don't cry.
I know you love me. I love you, too.
But, my time was over;
was finally through.
I have ascended
to a better place,
which is not confined
by time or space.
To those that loved me,
I did not fall.
I only succumbed
to a higher call.
Do not mourn me.
I am with you still.
I'll be with you always,
from dawn ------until.
Love Always - David, Donna, Cameron & Rachel xxxx
\'The Gift\'
They walk a beat of concrete and stone,
They drive through the city in a car, alone
They swallow their pride, their prejudice, their grief,
They deal with all kinds, from preacher to thief.
Sometimes they get weary, from fighting this fight,
To punish the wrong and defend the right.
Defending a sacred creed and code,
Of freedom and justice, they bear the full load.
You don't ever see them for what's deep inside,
The pain, the anger or many tears they've cried,
For you, for me and others in fear,
Seldom a ' Thank You', do they ever hear.
If you could look at their heart, just once.
You would see,
Their own life is the gift given to you and me.
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