EDITOR’S NOTE: This morning, I had the honor of speaking at the funeral of Jacob Marriott, a young cowboy who died last week just a couple weeks shy of his 27th birthday. I didn’t know Jake, but because of his mother, Dee, I knew his heart. Dee asked me to be part of this amazing service, and I hope I captured Jake’s personality and of those who love him. This is what I read this morning:
As I look around this room today, a common theme is deep in my heart. This is a place for family, for love, but this also is a place for cowboys.
Being a cowboy is much more than a title, much more than a job, much more than a hat. Cowboy is a lifestyle, a breed. It’s a personality, one that is born and engrained in everything we do.
Cowboy is a way of life, whether it’s riding horseback through the grasslands … or working cattle in a muddy pen … or praying to our Lord and Savior. We wear the brand proudly, because we know that it is a tribute not only to our heritage, but also to our hearts.
It’s more than ranch work and more than rodeo, because this lifestyle, OUR lifestyle, is about caring for others, sharing passions and overcoming challenges. Whether it’s a feisty horse that needs a little extra attention or a grieving family that needs a lot of extra love and support, cowboys are there.
Cowboys know the meaning of effort. They don’t always ride for eight and the loop doesn’t always fit, but there’s always determination, there’s always try. If one word could ever describe a cowboy, that’s it: TRY.
Jake Marriott lived the life of a cowboy, and I, for one, am thankful he did.