My brother Jeff was cremated and half of his ashes were buried at the foot of his grandparent's Walter and Bernetta Sisco-Englehardt's graves in this cemetery.
The other half was buried on two different locations on the Chisholm Trail. The first half was buried at the Chisholm Trail Monument north of Enid Oklahoma on Hwy. 81, a ranch with longhorns and horses are next to the monument. The other half was buried on the Chisholm Trail north of Enid just past where 81 turns and heads west, a county road continues north that has an over sized metal cut out of an Indian setting on a horse on a high hill over looking the Chisholm Trail..
The last two months of his life, he had five heart attacks. He was a tough man and just wouldn't give up. Jeff and I discussed what he wanted done after his death, he would always reply " Heck Cheeter I don't care, just throw my body out in the pasture and let the coyotes have it." He loved that metal Indian cut out high on the hill over looking a pasture full of horses and cattle on the actual Chisholm trail. So we decided it was fitting place to bury part of his ashes there.
My brother was a true cowboy, just born 100 years to late. He rodeo-ed, and was an all around cowboy in 1985. He also ran stock for the rodeo. When he sat upon a horse and it moved you couldn't tell where the horse stopped and Jeff began, they moved as one. It was a beautiful site to see.
From an early age he and I broke horses for our neighbor Grandpa Duke. Jeff purchased his first horse Teddy when he was 14. After he got back from Vietnam one of the first things he did was to purchase a beautiful black stallion. From that time on he raised quarter horses and one thoroughbred mare. He raced one great stallion, Boggie Wheels and won many races. Jeff was a welder and was hurt really bad on his job in 1985 and it put an end to the horse. But he just couldn't give up his nature and purchased a new born stud to raise a few months before his death. All his horses had really great blood lines.
Jeff was also a saddle and boot maker. He spent hours upon hours designing and curving beautiful patterns into the saddles he made. They were and are a true work of art.
Jeff was married five times. He married his high school sweetheart Glenda Charles in 1965 who he loved deeply, it ended when he returned from Vietnam. Then 5-29- 1968 Shellia Ann Pollard. divorced. In April 1970 to Debbie Engles, one child born Diana in 1972, ended in divorced. On 7-12-1974 married Tammy Crane, one child born Jade 1976, ended in divorce. On 8-3-1979 Patricia Wetzel, ended divorce. Years later hooked up with Linda, who took him for everything he had. They never married.
He never felt he was ever loved and kept looking for that lady to truly love him. He never found it in the last five women. He never had a relationship with his children but raised Pat's two sons for 16 years.
In the early early hours of the day Jeff was to be cremated I wrote the following letter to my brother and it deserves to be part of his memorial. It hurts to enter this.
" How To Say Good Bye To A Beloved Brother"
"Oh the deep never ending pain that rips at my heart. I have lost the only family member that I ever truly loved and that truly loved me back. We lost our little sister a few years back. The time and pain we shared those few days together afterwards doesn't even compare to the lost and pain I feel.
Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning and all the pain and lost I feel comes pouring out.
Our childhood memories come flooding back. Horse back riding us crazy group of county kids. The horses you and I broke for Grandpa Duke, who was our friend James Duke's grandfather. The go carts you and I built. The over turned car hood we rode down the road on the snow covered hill we lived on. That same crazy group of kids swimming in the creek in our clothes after a long ride.
The things we did in our teen years. The basketball games we attended. The hay rides and parties you and I attended and you never minding your little sister attend with you.
The hot rods we built. Washing your jeans and using that heavy starch on them until they stood by themselves when dried. Me ironing them with just that right crease.
The camping trips, rodeos, places and things we and our families did together as adults. The every Sunday dinners together at your house or ours. Or just to the nearest place that served those chicken fried steaks you liked so well.
You living with us for years and my husband and I living with you for a short period before we moved to Florida. They are like yesterday, but will be again.
Today is the day I know you are gone from this earth and my life. That I will never see you again or hear you say "heck Cheeter"
We may have not always seemed to have gotten along as all siblings do, but we always loved each other and were always in each others thoughts. I just wished I had taken more time out of my life and spent it with you. But for many years we lived so far apart. There were the years you disappeared, like you fell off the earth. Then you would show up on my door step again. The years I lived in Florida and the trips back home to visit you I cherish.
We forgave each other for everything we might have said or done that would of caused each other pain, we knew it was never meant.
I started to call you the night you past away, but it was nearly 10:00 and you have been so tired and sleeping a lot and I didn't want to wake you as I had the past few times I called. Now I wish I had made that call just to have heard your voice one last time. I truly believe you were reaching out to me at that moment. I wish I had listen harder, forgive me for not hearing you better.
I looked upon your face laying there in the hospital room and I could barely stand the grief of not being able t see you again. I didn't want to see you laying there and that being my last memory of you, but the hospital required it. But I also could not let you go without seeing you or touching you one last time. Or telling you everything will be alright. That I would take care of everything for you. I hope you heard me in some way and knew I was there.
I broke one of my promises to you, to keep me safe and never enter a hospital unless I absolutely had to be there. I had to break the promises this time, but I will not break another I have made you. Forgive me.
You were once again laying in a hospital bed and looked like you were sleeping. There was that face I had looked into so, so many days and nights in the hospital while I watched over you to keep you safe. I am sorry I could no longer keep you safe. You ask many times over the past few months, "why can't they fix me Cheeter"
I am sorry the only answer I could give you was they are doing the best they can do. I wish I could of have been able to say " Jeff they are going to make everything alright." In my heart I knew that your time was drawing near, but had to not let that show or let you see my concern.
I am deeply sorry I wasn't with you in your last moments. I am so sorry that there wasn't a person that loved you there with you. It breaks my heart to know you were a lone. I know you knew I would have been there for you if I had known, no matter what.
I know you knew that I will love and care for Mr. Peeslee for you all the rest of his life. You made sure that he had a home to come back to with me. Your main concern was for Peeslee's welfare.
As my older brother growing up you were my protector and my closest friend. As I became your protector when you were no longer able to fight for yourself. I will miss you all the days of my life.
I will be back to finish this later, over whelmed right now.
The other half was buried on two different locations on the Chisholm Trail. The first half was buried at the Chisholm Trail Monument north of Enid Oklahoma on Hwy. 81, a ranch with longhorns and horses are next to the monument. The other half was buried on the Chisholm Trail north of Enid just past where 81 turns and heads west, a county road continues north that has an over sized metal cut out of an Indian setting on a horse on a high hill over looking the Chisholm Trail..
The last two months of his life, he had five heart attacks. He was a tough man and just wouldn't give up. Jeff and I discussed what he wanted done after his death, he would always reply " Heck Cheeter I don't care, just throw my body out in the pasture and let the coyotes have it." He loved that metal Indian cut out high on the hill over looking a pasture full of horses and cattle on the actual Chisholm trail. So we decided it was fitting place to bury part of his ashes there.
My brother was a true cowboy, just born 100 years to late. He rodeo-ed, and was an all around cowboy in 1985. He also ran stock for the rodeo. When he sat upon a horse and it moved you couldn't tell where the horse stopped and Jeff began, they moved as one. It was a beautiful site to see.
From an early age he and I broke horses for our neighbor Grandpa Duke. Jeff purchased his first horse Teddy when he was 14. After he got back from Vietnam one of the first things he did was to purchase a beautiful black stallion. From that time on he raised quarter horses and one thoroughbred mare. He raced one great stallion, Boggie Wheels and won many races. Jeff was a welder and was hurt really bad on his job in 1985 and it put an end to the horse. But he just couldn't give up his nature and purchased a new born stud to raise a few months before his death. All his horses had really great blood lines.
Jeff was also a saddle and boot maker. He spent hours upon hours designing and curving beautiful patterns into the saddles he made. They were and are a true work of art.
Jeff was married five times. He married his high school sweetheart Glenda Charles in 1965 who he loved deeply, it ended when he returned from Vietnam. Then 5-29- 1968 Shellia Ann Pollard. divorced. In April 1970 to Debbie Engles, one child born Diana in 1972, ended in divorced. On 7-12-1974 married Tammy Crane, one child born Jade 1976, ended in divorce. On 8-3-1979 Patricia Wetzel, ended divorce. Years later hooked up with Linda, who took him for everything he had. They never married.
He never felt he was ever loved and kept looking for that lady to truly love him. He never found it in the last five women. He never had a relationship with his children but raised Pat's two sons for 16 years.
In the early early hours of the day Jeff was to be cremated I wrote the following letter to my brother and it deserves to be part of his memorial. It hurts to enter this.
" How To Say Good Bye To A Beloved Brother"
"Oh the deep never ending pain that rips at my heart. I have lost the only family member that I ever truly loved and that truly loved me back. We lost our little sister a few years back. The time and pain we shared those few days together afterwards doesn't even compare to the lost and pain I feel.
Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning and all the pain and lost I feel comes pouring out.
Our childhood memories come flooding back. Horse back riding us crazy group of county kids. The horses you and I broke for Grandpa Duke, who was our friend James Duke's grandfather. The go carts you and I built. The over turned car hood we rode down the road on the snow covered hill we lived on. That same crazy group of kids swimming in the creek in our clothes after a long ride.
The things we did in our teen years. The basketball games we attended. The hay rides and parties you and I attended and you never minding your little sister attend with you.
The hot rods we built. Washing your jeans and using that heavy starch on them until they stood by themselves when dried. Me ironing them with just that right crease.
The camping trips, rodeos, places and things we and our families did together as adults. The every Sunday dinners together at your house or ours. Or just to the nearest place that served those chicken fried steaks you liked so well.
You living with us for years and my husband and I living with you for a short period before we moved to Florida. They are like yesterday, but will be again.
Today is the day I know you are gone from this earth and my life. That I will never see you again or hear you say "heck Cheeter"
We may have not always seemed to have gotten along as all siblings do, but we always loved each other and were always in each others thoughts. I just wished I had taken more time out of my life and spent it with you. But for many years we lived so far apart. There were the years you disappeared, like you fell off the earth. Then you would show up on my door step again. The years I lived in Florida and the trips back home to visit you I cherish.
We forgave each other for everything we might have said or done that would of caused each other pain, we knew it was never meant.
I started to call you the night you past away, but it was nearly 10:00 and you have been so tired and sleeping a lot and I didn't want to wake you as I had the past few times I called. Now I wish I had made that call just to have heard your voice one last time. I truly believe you were reaching out to me at that moment. I wish I had listen harder, forgive me for not hearing you better.
I looked upon your face laying there in the hospital room and I could barely stand the grief of not being able t see you again. I didn't want to see you laying there and that being my last memory of you, but the hospital required it. But I also could not let you go without seeing you or touching you one last time. Or telling you everything will be alright. That I would take care of everything for you. I hope you heard me in some way and knew I was there.
I broke one of my promises to you, to keep me safe and never enter a hospital unless I absolutely had to be there. I had to break the promises this time, but I will not break another I have made you. Forgive me.
You were once again laying in a hospital bed and looked like you were sleeping. There was that face I had looked into so, so many days and nights in the hospital while I watched over you to keep you safe. I am sorry I could no longer keep you safe. You ask many times over the past few months, "why can't they fix me Cheeter"
I am sorry the only answer I could give you was they are doing the best they can do. I wish I could of have been able to say " Jeff they are going to make everything alright." In my heart I knew that your time was drawing near, but had to not let that show or let you see my concern.
I am deeply sorry I wasn't with you in your last moments. I am so sorry that there wasn't a person that loved you there with you. It breaks my heart to know you were a lone. I know you knew I would have been there for you if I had known, no matter what.
I know you knew that I will love and care for Mr. Peeslee for you all the rest of his life. You made sure that he had a home to come back to with me. Your main concern was for Peeslee's welfare.
As my older brother growing up you were my protector and my closest friend. As I became your protector when you were no longer able to fight for yourself. I will miss you all the days of my life.
I will be back to finish this later, over whelmed right now.
My brother Jeff was cremated and half of his ashes were buried at the foot of his grandparent's Walter and Bernetta Sisco-Englehardt's graves in this cemetery.
The other half was buried on two different locations on the Chisholm Trail. The first half was buried at the Chisholm Trail Monument north of Enid Oklahoma on Hwy. 81, a ranch with longhorns and horses are next to the monument. The other half was buried on the Chisholm Trail north of Enid just past where 81 turns and heads west, a county road continues north that has an over sized metal cut out of an Indian setting on a horse on a high hill over looking the Chisholm Trail..
The last two months of his life, he had five heart attacks. He was a tough man and just wouldn't give up. Jeff and I discussed what he wanted done after his death, he would always reply " Heck Cheeter I don't care, just throw my body out in the pasture and let the coyotes have it." He loved that metal Indian cut out high on the hill over looking a pasture full of horses and cattle on the actual Chisholm trail. So we decided it was fitting place to bury part of his ashes there.
My brother was a true cowboy, just born 100 years to late. He rodeo-ed, and was an all around cowboy in 1985. He also ran stock for the rodeo. When he sat upon a horse and it moved you couldn't tell where the horse stopped and Jeff began, they moved as one. It was a beautiful site to see.
From an early age he and I broke horses for our neighbor Grandpa Duke. Jeff purchased his first horse Teddy when he was 14. After he got back from Vietnam one of the first things he did was to purchase a beautiful black stallion. From that time on he raised quarter horses and one thoroughbred mare. He raced one great stallion, Boggie Wheels and won many races. Jeff was a welder and was hurt really bad on his job in 1985 and it put an end to the horse. But he just couldn't give up his nature and purchased a new born stud to raise a few months before his death. All his horses had really great blood lines.
Jeff was also a saddle and boot maker. He spent hours upon hours designing and curving beautiful patterns into the saddles he made. They were and are a true work of art.
Jeff was married five times. He married his high school sweetheart Glenda Charles in 1965 who he loved deeply, it ended when he returned from Vietnam. Then 5-29- 1968 Shellia Ann Pollard. divorced. In April 1970 to Debbie Engles, one child born Diana in 1972, ended in divorced. On 7-12-1974 married Tammy Crane, one child born Jade 1976, ended in divorce. On 8-3-1979 Patricia Wetzel, ended divorce. Years later hooked up with Linda, who took him for everything he had. They never married.
He never felt he was ever loved and kept looking for that lady to truly love him. He never found it in the last five women. He never had a relationship with his children but raised Pat's two sons for 16 years.
In the early early hours of the day Jeff was to be cremated I wrote the following letter to my brother and it deserves to be part of his memorial. It hurts to enter this.
" How To Say Good Bye To A Beloved Brother"
"Oh the deep never ending pain that rips at my heart. I have lost the only family member that I ever truly loved and that truly loved me back. We lost our little sister a few years back. The time and pain we shared those few days together afterwards doesn't even compare to the lost and pain I feel.
Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning and all the pain and lost I feel comes pouring out.
Our childhood memories come flooding back. Horse back riding us crazy group of county kids. The horses you and I broke for Grandpa Duke, who was our friend James Duke's grandfather. The go carts you and I built. The over turned car hood we rode down the road on the snow covered hill we lived on. That same crazy group of kids swimming in the creek in our clothes after a long ride.
The things we did in our teen years. The basketball games we attended. The hay rides and parties you and I attended and you never minding your little sister attend with you.
The hot rods we built. Washing your jeans and using that heavy starch on them until they stood by themselves when dried. Me ironing them with just that right crease.
The camping trips, rodeos, places and things we and our families did together as adults. The every Sunday dinners together at your house or ours. Or just to the nearest place that served those chicken fried steaks you liked so well.
You living with us for years and my husband and I living with you for a short period before we moved to Florida. They are like yesterday, but will be again.
Today is the day I know you are gone from this earth and my life. That I will never see you again or hear you say "heck Cheeter"
We may have not always seemed to have gotten along as all siblings do, but we always loved each other and were always in each others thoughts. I just wished I had taken more time out of my life and spent it with you. But for many years we lived so far apart. There were the years you disappeared, like you fell off the earth. Then you would show up on my door step again. The years I lived in Florida and the trips back home to visit you I cherish.
We forgave each other for everything we might have said or done that would of caused each other pain, we knew it was never meant.
I started to call you the night you past away, but it was nearly 10:00 and you have been so tired and sleeping a lot and I didn't want to wake you as I had the past few times I called. Now I wish I had made that call just to have heard your voice one last time. I truly believe you were reaching out to me at that moment. I wish I had listen harder, forgive me for not hearing you better.
I looked upon your face laying there in the hospital room and I could barely stand the grief of not being able t see you again. I didn't want to see you laying there and that being my last memory of you, but the hospital required it. But I also could not let you go without seeing you or touching you one last time. Or telling you everything will be alright. That I would take care of everything for you. I hope you heard me in some way and knew I was there.
I broke one of my promises to you, to keep me safe and never enter a hospital unless I absolutely had to be there. I had to break the promises this time, but I will not break another I have made you. Forgive me.
You were once again laying in a hospital bed and looked like you were sleeping. There was that face I had looked into so, so many days and nights in the hospital while I watched over you to keep you safe. I am sorry I could no longer keep you safe. You ask many times over the past few months, "why can't they fix me Cheeter"
I am sorry the only answer I could give you was they are doing the best they can do. I wish I could of have been able to say " Jeff they are going to make everything alright." In my heart I knew that your time was drawing near, but had to not let that show or let you see my concern.
I am deeply sorry I wasn't with you in your last moments. I am so sorry that there wasn't a person that loved you there with you. It breaks my heart to know you were a lone. I know you knew I would have been there for you if I had known, no matter what.
I know you knew that I will love and care for Mr. Peeslee for you all the rest of his life. You made sure that he had a home to come back to with me. Your main concern was for Peeslee's welfare.
As my older brother growing up you were my protector and my closest friend. As I became your protector when you were no longer able to fight for yourself. I will miss you all the days of my life.
I will be back to finish this later, over whelmed right now.
The other half was buried on two different locations on the Chisholm Trail. The first half was buried at the Chisholm Trail Monument north of Enid Oklahoma on Hwy. 81, a ranch with longhorns and horses are next to the monument. The other half was buried on the Chisholm Trail north of Enid just past where 81 turns and heads west, a county road continues north that has an over sized metal cut out of an Indian setting on a horse on a high hill over looking the Chisholm Trail..
The last two months of his life, he had five heart attacks. He was a tough man and just wouldn't give up. Jeff and I discussed what he wanted done after his death, he would always reply " Heck Cheeter I don't care, just throw my body out in the pasture and let the coyotes have it." He loved that metal Indian cut out high on the hill over looking a pasture full of horses and cattle on the actual Chisholm trail. So we decided it was fitting place to bury part of his ashes there.
My brother was a true cowboy, just born 100 years to late. He rodeo-ed, and was an all around cowboy in 1985. He also ran stock for the rodeo. When he sat upon a horse and it moved you couldn't tell where the horse stopped and Jeff began, they moved as one. It was a beautiful site to see.
From an early age he and I broke horses for our neighbor Grandpa Duke. Jeff purchased his first horse Teddy when he was 14. After he got back from Vietnam one of the first things he did was to purchase a beautiful black stallion. From that time on he raised quarter horses and one thoroughbred mare. He raced one great stallion, Boggie Wheels and won many races. Jeff was a welder and was hurt really bad on his job in 1985 and it put an end to the horse. But he just couldn't give up his nature and purchased a new born stud to raise a few months before his death. All his horses had really great blood lines.
Jeff was also a saddle and boot maker. He spent hours upon hours designing and curving beautiful patterns into the saddles he made. They were and are a true work of art.
Jeff was married five times. He married his high school sweetheart Glenda Charles in 1965 who he loved deeply, it ended when he returned from Vietnam. Then 5-29- 1968 Shellia Ann Pollard. divorced. In April 1970 to Debbie Engles, one child born Diana in 1972, ended in divorced. On 7-12-1974 married Tammy Crane, one child born Jade 1976, ended in divorce. On 8-3-1979 Patricia Wetzel, ended divorce. Years later hooked up with Linda, who took him for everything he had. They never married.
He never felt he was ever loved and kept looking for that lady to truly love him. He never found it in the last five women. He never had a relationship with his children but raised Pat's two sons for 16 years.
In the early early hours of the day Jeff was to be cremated I wrote the following letter to my brother and it deserves to be part of his memorial. It hurts to enter this.
" How To Say Good Bye To A Beloved Brother"
"Oh the deep never ending pain that rips at my heart. I have lost the only family member that I ever truly loved and that truly loved me back. We lost our little sister a few years back. The time and pain we shared those few days together afterwards doesn't even compare to the lost and pain I feel.
Here I sit in the wee hours of the morning and all the pain and lost I feel comes pouring out.
Our childhood memories come flooding back. Horse back riding us crazy group of county kids. The horses you and I broke for Grandpa Duke, who was our friend James Duke's grandfather. The go carts you and I built. The over turned car hood we rode down the road on the snow covered hill we lived on. That same crazy group of kids swimming in the creek in our clothes after a long ride.
The things we did in our teen years. The basketball games we attended. The hay rides and parties you and I attended and you never minding your little sister attend with you.
The hot rods we built. Washing your jeans and using that heavy starch on them until they stood by themselves when dried. Me ironing them with just that right crease.
The camping trips, rodeos, places and things we and our families did together as adults. The every Sunday dinners together at your house or ours. Or just to the nearest place that served those chicken fried steaks you liked so well.
You living with us for years and my husband and I living with you for a short period before we moved to Florida. They are like yesterday, but will be again.
Today is the day I know you are gone from this earth and my life. That I will never see you again or hear you say "heck Cheeter"
We may have not always seemed to have gotten along as all siblings do, but we always loved each other and were always in each others thoughts. I just wished I had taken more time out of my life and spent it with you. But for many years we lived so far apart. There were the years you disappeared, like you fell off the earth. Then you would show up on my door step again. The years I lived in Florida and the trips back home to visit you I cherish.
We forgave each other for everything we might have said or done that would of caused each other pain, we knew it was never meant.
I started to call you the night you past away, but it was nearly 10:00 and you have been so tired and sleeping a lot and I didn't want to wake you as I had the past few times I called. Now I wish I had made that call just to have heard your voice one last time. I truly believe you were reaching out to me at that moment. I wish I had listen harder, forgive me for not hearing you better.
I looked upon your face laying there in the hospital room and I could barely stand the grief of not being able t see you again. I didn't want to see you laying there and that being my last memory of you, but the hospital required it. But I also could not let you go without seeing you or touching you one last time. Or telling you everything will be alright. That I would take care of everything for you. I hope you heard me in some way and knew I was there.
I broke one of my promises to you, to keep me safe and never enter a hospital unless I absolutely had to be there. I had to break the promises this time, but I will not break another I have made you. Forgive me.
You were once again laying in a hospital bed and looked like you were sleeping. There was that face I had looked into so, so many days and nights in the hospital while I watched over you to keep you safe. I am sorry I could no longer keep you safe. You ask many times over the past few months, "why can't they fix me Cheeter"
I am sorry the only answer I could give you was they are doing the best they can do. I wish I could of have been able to say " Jeff they are going to make everything alright." In my heart I knew that your time was drawing near, but had to not let that show or let you see my concern.
I am deeply sorry I wasn't with you in your last moments. I am so sorry that there wasn't a person that loved you there with you. It breaks my heart to know you were a lone. I know you knew I would have been there for you if I had known, no matter what.
I know you knew that I will love and care for Mr. Peeslee for you all the rest of his life. You made sure that he had a home to come back to with me. Your main concern was for Peeslee's welfare.
As my older brother growing up you were my protector and my closest friend. As I became your protector when you were no longer able to fight for yourself. I will miss you all the days of my life.
I will be back to finish this later, over whelmed right now.
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