If I should die tomorrow and dwell in eternal sleep,
Please think well or kindly, for my soul was deep."
"Sure, I'll lay there helpless as some nag with a broken leg, but I was taught never to expect pity, seldom stooping for favors beg."
Lloyd Carl High. Born on May 22nd, 1949 in Heber, Wasatch County to Loise Bernice and Oliver High. He passed away in the comfort of his home on the night of January 6th, 2022.
Son, Brother, Father, Grandfather, and Great Grandfather, and friend; he was a writer,
teacher, musician, and infinitely much more. He attended Highland Highschool where he was Co-Captain of Track and Field.
"So if I should die tomorrow, I'll leave with meaning no harm or wrong, and you may remember me in music, poem, or song."
He graduated the University of Utah with is Bachelors of Science. He also served as a missionary for the Church of Latter Days Saints to England. Additionally, he was a proud member of the Pony Express organization and worked hard on the railroad.
"My life was bound to Mother Earth, I walked miles with Sister Soil.
My mind was opened from Father Sky, my strength, Brothers Try and Toil."
He loved life and was intense in the causes he believed in to such a degree...
It was impossible not to be caught up in the scope of the ideas.
'So if there isn't one who has seen sunrise,
let them have my sagebrush eyes."
He was a deep, onery, kind and utterly interesting man.
"Should another be failing, gaunt or lean,
let them take my liver and spleen.
Last of all, let me at least do my part,
letting life live, let'em use my heart."
The rest, speaks for itself...
"Then when you plant the rest, and I'm turning into coal...
I will retain all I learned and keep, deep down in my soul."
"So I hope you won't be needing any sadness or more sorrow,
If I should be the one that happens to die tomorrow."
Flower arrangements and donations can be sent to 198 Darlington Way in Layton, UT. 84041 We are going to have an in home non formal wake on Saturday the 15th of January st the same address. He would have wanted it that way. A celebration of life, not a mourning of death. Thank you.