Lowell Wayne Taylor

July 19,1939 - November 25, 2025

Always & Forever In Our Hearts

Lowell Wayne Taylor (86) - affectionately known as Wayne, Dad & Popie ascended into heaven on

November 25, 2025. Born July 19, 1939 in Canton, OH

Survived by: Marjorie L. Taylor (wife of 44 yrs. - North Palm Beach, FL)

Sons: Steven M. Taylor (Acworth, GA), Michael A. Taylor (Mary Taylor and Abigail "Abby" & Donny

Romines - Eufaula, AL) and Richard D. Taylor (Eufaula, AL)

Stepdaughters: Tracey Smith-Given (William "Billy" Given - NPB, FL), Linnea Gibson (NPB, FL) and

Carrie Watkins (Charles "Chuck" - NPB, FL)

Step Grandsons: Mathew Gibson (Jessika and Marina, Kailani, Kodiak "Kodi" & JustLeigh -

Okeechobee, FL), Dylan Given (Ft. Gratiot, MI) and Jason Given (predeceased)

Step Granddaughter: Emily Mancuso (Nate and Violet - Franklin, NC)

Predeceased by: Nobel & Marjorie G. Taylor (parents), Josephine Tice (ex-wife & sons' mother),

Nobel, Charles "Dub", Lloyd, Don & Frank Taylor (brothers) & Alice Nelson (sister)

Wayne was a Navy Seaman/Gunner from Aug. 6, 1957 - Aug. 5, 1961 and served on the

USS Bigelow during the Bay of Pigs. He was a retired union carpenter, a member of

Family Church Gardens (PBG, FL), a coin collector and an excellent cook & baker.

He had a great singing voice & was a really good dancer. He enjoyed cruises, casinos & slot machines,

fishing, nature & bird watching, storytelling and family gatherings. He was skilled with numbers, mathematics,

& measurements.

Wayne was a loving & devoted husband, father, stepfather, step grandfather & great-grandfather/Popie,

son, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, cousin & friend.

Celebration of Life Memorial Service & Reception:

Family Church Gardens

4901 PGA Blvd.

Palm Beach Gardens, FL 33418

Sat. Jan. 31, 2026 @ 11:00 A.M.

Burial at Sea/Private Charter

Sun. Feb. 1, 2026 @ 1:30 P.M.

In lieu of flowers donations to Disabled Veterans would be much appreciated.

Please RSVP: Margie Taylor @ 561/626-8393

Crossing the Bar

Lord Alfred Tennyson

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of farewell,

When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.