Carol Depew Taylor
April 3, 1939 – June 5, 2021
Carol Ann Taylor (Depew) 04/03/1939 - 06/05/2021
What a woman Carol Ann Taylor was. And always will be. She is more than a memory to carry in our hearts; she is a million moments in time that we’ll never forget because they wouldn’t have been as fun or wonderful or memorable without her. She is a Mother, Gmom (because she’s too cool to be a Grandmother), Sister, and Friend who guided us for 82 years in this life and will continue to do so in the next.
She’s stubborn like that. Nothing can ever take her away from what she loves most, which we all know is Tazer. He’s been number one in her life for the last 11 to 14 years, depending on who you ask. (In case you’re wondering, any and all sweets were second, her iPad was third, and the rest of us fall in line somewhere after that.) Tazer always looked out for her, kept her company, and made her smile like no human could. He made her as happy as she made the rest of us.
When we were together, the world was just right. Carol was the host with the most. An entertainer. A storyteller. She told us about growing up with siblings she loved dearly, working and living on her family farm in Grapevine, singing with Elvis at the fair, starting a catering business, and staying up all night to make 150 loaves of bread for Neiman Marcus. She taught us about the meaning of dreams, the power of good vibes, and the energy held within certain stones. That’s when we taught her the staying power of a good nickname and she became our Crazy Old Bird.
The fact that she was a little cuckoo made her even cooler to her grandkids. She was their whole world and they were hers. They spent summers at her house, swimming, cooking, and learning Italian (kind of). They vacationed to faraway places and staycationed at the hotel she managed just so they could be close to her. In their eyes, the Crazy Old Bird could do no wrong—except for that one time she yelled at them for fighting over who got to ride shotgun in her beloved Buick. In the end, they both opted for the backseat that day.
Our Crazy Old Bird was always in the driver’s seat. She was an independent woman who knew what she wanted and where she was going. She showed us how to navigate life with grace, compassion, and just the right amount of sass. And she was never scared of the place we’re all headed. The place she is now. The place with no pain and more sweets than she could ever consume (which is A LOT).
Carol Ann Taylor was the matriarch of our family. She was and still is our rock—yes, the kind with special powers that she always talked about. So we’ll continue to live life with the spirit and energy she possessed and look forward to the next million moments she will still be a part of. Just in a different way.
Love you most.