WILLIAM YORK OBITUARY
On April 10th, 2023, one of the greatest men the world has ever known, William Wesley York, Jr. (Billy), went to be with his savior in Heaven after a short illness.
Billy was born October 28, 1936, in Beaumont, TX. He graduated from South Park High School in Beaumont, TX, in 1955. After graduation, he and his horse, Blaze, packed up and moved to Louisiana where Billy attended McNeese University. After attending McNeese, Billy enlisted in the Army Reserves and eventually moved to Georgia where he developed his love of farming.
In 1959, Billy moved back and started farming in Texas. In 1961, when Hurricane Carla came to southeast Texas, Billy volunteered to help local rancher James Taylor (Jamie) White move cattle. After experiencing Billy's work ethic firsthand, Jamie hired Billy to work for Whites Ranch and the two became fast friends. Billy quickly became involved in all aspects of the farming operation as well as a treasured part of the family - so much so that when Jamie and Clara White passed away, Billy took in two of their boys, Steven and Bill, and raised them as his own. Billy was a second Dad to many in the community, but especially to Steven and Bill. He and Steven were best friends for 47 years and Steven was by his side as he took his last breath.
In 1977, Billy formally retired from farming and sold his farm to Steven and Bill but continued to work as much as he could. When a tractor broke down or a part needed to be picked up, Billy was the first to step up and help. Billy then bought a shrimping boat and would go out to the bay every day to catch and sell shrimp.
Billy attended St Louis Catholic Church in Winnie and enjoyed helping make rice balls and selling them during the Rice Festival. Billy was awarded Texas Rice Festival's Pioneer Farmer of the Year in 2014.
Billy was one of the greats. With an unbeatable work ethic, a heart of gold, and a firm handshake that stood for something, Billy selflessly poured into people around him. Where there was a need, Billy would meet it. He loved to mentor kids in the area - teaching them how to work on the farm, how to hunt and fish, or taxiing them to sports functions. Billy had the aim of a marksman and loved to help friends sight in their guns. Billy was a man of his word and was firm in his convictions. He was trustworthy, loyal, and honest. He enjoyed working on the farm, gardening, fishing, shrimping out in the bay, being with his family, and taking in any stray dog that came his way. Billy did everything with honesty and integrity. He had very strong values and was well liked by everyone. He did not like attention or recognition. When not hard at work or spending time with family, Billy enjoyed attending as many sporting events as he could.
Billy was an indispensable part of the White Family - lovingly known as BeBe to Steven's girls. Billy became an integral part of Steven and wife Sheri's life, was a devoted grandfather to their three girls - Kelly (Matt) Jones, Kerry (Brad) Barber, and Kacey (Eric) Flores, and was a doting great grandfather to their children - Caroline, Ralston, Micah, Jude, Hayes, and Rhett. When the great grandkids came over, BeBe would stop what he was doing to take them on a ride on the lawnmower or ranger or to go swimming with them. Up until a few months ago, he was still getting down on the floor to play with them.
The world will never be the same without Billy York, but those that knew him will forever try to carry on his legacy. Billy is preceded in death by his parents William Wesley ("Wesley") York and Alice Ruth Johnston York as well as his favorite Golden Retriever, Chip. He is survived by half-sisters Vicki Dianne (Rex) Buley and Darlyn Dusek, stepsister Vicki Ann (Jerry) Moody, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He was especially close to Jimmy Holley.
A celebration of life will be in the future. In lieu of flowers or donations, Billy asked that we share the passage below.
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber, and every nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
On April 10th, 2023, one of the greatest men the world has ever known, William Wesley York, Jr. (Billy), went to be with his savior in Heaven after a short illness.
Billy was born October 28, 1936, in Beaumont, TX. He graduated from South Park High School in Beaumont, TX, in 1955. After graduation, he and his horse, Blaze, packed up and moved to Louisiana where Billy attended McNeese University. After attending McNeese, Billy enlisted in the Army Reserves and eventually moved to Georgia where he developed his love of farming.
In 1959, Billy moved back and started farming in Texas. In 1961, when Hurricane Carla came to southeast Texas, Billy volunteered to help local rancher James Taylor (Jamie) White move cattle. After experiencing Billy's work ethic firsthand, Jamie hired Billy to work for Whites Ranch and the two became fast friends. Billy quickly became involved in all aspects of the farming operation as well as a treasured part of the family - so much so that when Jamie and Clara White passed away, Billy took in two of their boys, Steven and Bill, and raised them as his own. Billy was a second Dad to many in the community, but especially to Steven and Bill. He and Steven were best friends for 47 years and Steven was by his side as he took his last breath.
In 1977, Billy formally retired from farming and sold his farm to Steven and Bill but continued to work as much as he could. When a tractor broke down or a part needed to be picked up, Billy was the first to step up and help. Billy then bought a shrimping boat and would go out to the bay every day to catch and sell shrimp.
Billy attended St Louis Catholic Church in Winnie and enjoyed helping make rice balls and selling them during the Rice Festival. Billy was awarded Texas Rice Festival's Pioneer Farmer of the Year in 2014.
Billy was one of the greats. With an unbeatable work ethic, a heart of gold, and a firm handshake that stood for something, Billy selflessly poured into people around him. Where there was a need, Billy would meet it. He loved to mentor kids in the area - teaching them how to work on the farm, how to hunt and fish, or taxiing them to sports functions. Billy had the aim of a marksman and loved to help friends sight in their guns. Billy was a man of his word and was firm in his convictions. He was trustworthy, loyal, and honest. He enjoyed working on the farm, gardening, fishing, shrimping out in the bay, being with his family, and taking in any stray dog that came his way. Billy did everything with honesty and integrity. He had very strong values and was well liked by everyone. He did not like attention or recognition. When not hard at work or spending time with family, Billy enjoyed attending as many sporting events as he could.
Billy was an indispensable part of the White Family - lovingly known as BeBe to Steven's girls. Billy became an integral part of Steven and wife Sheri's life, was a devoted grandfather to their three girls - Kelly (Matt) Jones, Kerry (Brad) Barber, and Kacey (Eric) Flores, and was a doting great grandfather to their children - Caroline, Ralston, Micah, Jude, Hayes, and Rhett. When the great grandkids came over, BeBe would stop what he was doing to take them on a ride on the lawnmower or ranger or to go swimming with them. Up until a few months ago, he was still getting down on the floor to play with them.
The world will never be the same without Billy York, but those that knew him will forever try to carry on his legacy. Billy is preceded in death by his parents William Wesley ("Wesley") York and Alice Ruth Johnston York as well as his favorite Golden Retriever, Chip. He is survived by half-sisters Vicki Dianne (Rex) Buley and Darlyn Dusek, stepsister Vicki Ann (Jerry) Moody, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He was especially close to Jimmy Holley.
A celebration of life will be in the future. In lieu of flowers or donations, Billy asked that we share the passage below.
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber, and every nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
WILLIAM YORK OBITUARY
On April 10th, 2023, one of the greatest men the world has ever known, William Wesley York, Jr. (Billy), went to be with his savior in Heaven after a short illness.
Billy was born October 28, 1936, in Beaumont, TX. He graduated from South Park High School in Beaumont, TX, in 1955. After graduation, he and his horse, Blaze, packed up and moved to Louisiana where Billy attended McNeese University. After attending McNeese, Billy enlisted in the Army Reserves and eventually moved to Georgia where he developed his love of farming.
In 1959, Billy moved back and started farming in Texas. In 1961, when Hurricane Carla came to southeast Texas, Billy volunteered to help local rancher James Taylor (Jamie) White move cattle. After experiencing Billy's work ethic firsthand, Jamie hired Billy to work for Whites Ranch and the two became fast friends. Billy quickly became involved in all aspects of the farming operation as well as a treasured part of the family - so much so that when Jamie and Clara White passed away, Billy took in two of their boys, Steven and Bill, and raised them as his own. Billy was a second Dad to many in the community, but especially to Steven and Bill. He and Steven were best friends for 47 years and Steven was by his side as he took his last breath.
In 1977, Billy formally retired from farming and sold his farm to Steven and Bill but continued to work as much as he could. When a tractor broke down or a part needed to be picked up, Billy was the first to step up and help. Billy then bought a shrimping boat and would go out to the bay every day to catch and sell shrimp.
Billy attended St Louis Catholic Church in Winnie and enjoyed helping make rice balls and selling them during the Rice Festival. Billy was awarded Texas Rice Festival's Pioneer Farmer of the Year in 2014.
Billy was one of the greats. With an unbeatable work ethic, a heart of gold, and a firm handshake that stood for something, Billy selflessly poured into people around him. Where there was a need, Billy would meet it. He loved to mentor kids in the area - teaching them how to work on the farm, how to hunt and fish, or taxiing them to sports functions. Billy had the aim of a marksman and loved to help friends sight in their guns. Billy was a man of his word and was firm in his convictions. He was trustworthy, loyal, and honest. He enjoyed working on the farm, gardening, fishing, shrimping out in the bay, being with his family, and taking in any stray dog that came his way. Billy did everything with honesty and integrity. He had very strong values and was well liked by everyone. He did not like attention or recognition. When not hard at work or spending time with family, Billy enjoyed attending as many sporting events as he could.
Billy was an indispensable part of the White Family - lovingly known as BeBe to Steven's girls. Billy became an integral part of Steven and wife Sheri's life, was a devoted grandfather to their three girls - Kelly (Matt) Jones, Kerry (Brad) Barber, and Kacey (Eric) Flores, and was a doting great grandfather to their children - Caroline, Ralston, Micah, Jude, Hayes, and Rhett. When the great grandkids came over, BeBe would stop what he was doing to take them on a ride on the lawnmower or ranger or to go swimming with them. Up until a few months ago, he was still getting down on the floor to play with them.
The world will never be the same without Billy York, but those that knew him will forever try to carry on his legacy. Billy is preceded in death by his parents William Wesley ("Wesley") York and Alice Ruth Johnston York as well as his favorite Golden Retriever, Chip. He is survived by half-sisters Vicki Dianne (Rex) Buley and Darlyn Dusek, stepsister Vicki Ann (Jerry) Moody, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He was especially close to Jimmy Holley.
A celebration of life will be in the future. In lieu of flowers or donations, Billy asked that we share the passage below.
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber, and every nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
On April 10th, 2023, one of the greatest men the world has ever known, William Wesley York, Jr. (Billy), went to be with his savior in Heaven after a short illness.
Billy was born October 28, 1936, in Beaumont, TX. He graduated from South Park High School in Beaumont, TX, in 1955. After graduation, he and his horse, Blaze, packed up and moved to Louisiana where Billy attended McNeese University. After attending McNeese, Billy enlisted in the Army Reserves and eventually moved to Georgia where he developed his love of farming.
In 1959, Billy moved back and started farming in Texas. In 1961, when Hurricane Carla came to southeast Texas, Billy volunteered to help local rancher James Taylor (Jamie) White move cattle. After experiencing Billy's work ethic firsthand, Jamie hired Billy to work for Whites Ranch and the two became fast friends. Billy quickly became involved in all aspects of the farming operation as well as a treasured part of the family - so much so that when Jamie and Clara White passed away, Billy took in two of their boys, Steven and Bill, and raised them as his own. Billy was a second Dad to many in the community, but especially to Steven and Bill. He and Steven were best friends for 47 years and Steven was by his side as he took his last breath.
In 1977, Billy formally retired from farming and sold his farm to Steven and Bill but continued to work as much as he could. When a tractor broke down or a part needed to be picked up, Billy was the first to step up and help. Billy then bought a shrimping boat and would go out to the bay every day to catch and sell shrimp.
Billy attended St Louis Catholic Church in Winnie and enjoyed helping make rice balls and selling them during the Rice Festival. Billy was awarded Texas Rice Festival's Pioneer Farmer of the Year in 2014.
Billy was one of the greats. With an unbeatable work ethic, a heart of gold, and a firm handshake that stood for something, Billy selflessly poured into people around him. Where there was a need, Billy would meet it. He loved to mentor kids in the area - teaching them how to work on the farm, how to hunt and fish, or taxiing them to sports functions. Billy had the aim of a marksman and loved to help friends sight in their guns. Billy was a man of his word and was firm in his convictions. He was trustworthy, loyal, and honest. He enjoyed working on the farm, gardening, fishing, shrimping out in the bay, being with his family, and taking in any stray dog that came his way. Billy did everything with honesty and integrity. He had very strong values and was well liked by everyone. He did not like attention or recognition. When not hard at work or spending time with family, Billy enjoyed attending as many sporting events as he could.
Billy was an indispensable part of the White Family - lovingly known as BeBe to Steven's girls. Billy became an integral part of Steven and wife Sheri's life, was a devoted grandfather to their three girls - Kelly (Matt) Jones, Kerry (Brad) Barber, and Kacey (Eric) Flores, and was a doting great grandfather to their children - Caroline, Ralston, Micah, Jude, Hayes, and Rhett. When the great grandkids came over, BeBe would stop what he was doing to take them on a ride on the lawnmower or ranger or to go swimming with them. Up until a few months ago, he was still getting down on the floor to play with them.
The world will never be the same without Billy York, but those that knew him will forever try to carry on his legacy. Billy is preceded in death by his parents William Wesley ("Wesley") York and Alice Ruth Johnston York as well as his favorite Golden Retriever, Chip. He is survived by half-sisters Vicki Dianne (Rex) Buley and Darlyn Dusek, stepsister Vicki Ann (Jerry) Moody, as well as numerous nieces and nephews. He was especially close to Jimmy Holley.
A celebration of life will be in the future. In lieu of flowers or donations, Billy asked that we share the passage below.
To Remember Me
By Robert N. Test
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment, a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face, or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber, and every nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.
Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.
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