Cheryl Lee Daugherty Taylor, born November 12, 1944, passed away in her home after a lengthy illness on May 22, 2012.
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Cheryl married Vernon (Vernie) Taylor on February 20, 1965. The couple then moved to Douglas, Wyoming, where their first child, Krystal, was born. Shortly after, the couple moved to the Pitchfork Ranch near Meetetsie, Wyoming. The following year they moved back to Arizona. In 1968, they had a second daughter, Kody, who was only four months when they moved to Texas.
They returned in 1970 and had a son, Bret in 1972.
Cheryl worked for Attorney, Jose Lerma, was director of the YWCA, and then went to work for U.S. Customs in 1985, until she retired in 2010.
Cheryl was active in many clubs in Douglas, including PEO, Junior Women, St. Luke’s Parish Council & Christian Mothers. She also served as a Girl Scout Leader for about six years.
Cheryl was preceded in death by her son, Charles Bret Taylor, her parents, Charles and Edna (Heidrick) Daugherty and her brother, Park Montgomery.
She is survived by her husband, Vernon Taylor, daughters Krystal (Lane) Fleenor of Montana and Kody Zentai of Douglas, brothers Mike (Annie) Daugherty of Bisbee and Joe (Phyllis) of Marana, nine grandchildren, two great grandchildren, nieces, nephews and many other family members and friends.
A Memorial Mass was held on May 28, 2012 at St. Luke’s Catholic Church with Father Gilbert Malu officiating.
Brown Page Mortuary was in charge of arrangements, 364-3434
Comments
Carol Bond Fiore wrote on Jun 25, 2012 2:21 AM:
I appreciate her kindness to my parents in their later years. She had a special gentleness about her that was ever present.
My condolences to all her family. May she rest in peace. "
A. L. Turney wrote on Jun 21, 2012 9:05 AM:
Mark Drost wrote on Jun 14, 2012 11:42 AM:
Cheryl taught us all what it means to be Christian, and taught us all that family is number one. She taught her family (and extended family) that having the biggest, best and newest means nothing if you don’t have each other. This lesson was proven learned by her husband and children. When she was in the hospital in Tucson, six days a week her husband was driving to Tucson to see her, and on the one day he wouldn’t go, his daughter would drive up. As her health continued to decline, and she needed more-and-more care, her family made the necessary adjustments to their lives to make sure she was taken care of.
The Taylor’s are a good family that I’m glad I got to know. Some of my fondest childhood memories include the Taylor’s. On behalf of myself, my brothers, my sisters and my mom, I want you to know how deeply sorry I am to hear of your loss. A good woman left this earth, but she can rest knowing she left this earth a little better than she found it. "