William Harley

Hall Iii

It is with great sadness the family of William Harley Hall III announces his passing on Sunday, January 23, 2022 at the young age of 41 years.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 P.M. Thursday, January 27, 2022 at McCoy Chapel of Memories with Rev. Jesse Morton officiating. Interment will follow at F airview Cemetery in Bronte, TX. under the direction of McCoy Funeral Home. A visitation wi ll be held 5:00 to 7:00 P.M. on Wed nesday, January 26, 202 2 at the funeral home.

H e was b orn November 6, 1980 in Abilene, TX. Harley was preceded in death by his father William Harley Hall.

Harley is survived by his sons Jackson and Ethan Hall, daughters Brooklyn, Kaitlyn and Emma Grace Hall, Mother Kathi Vaughn, sisters Dede Frazier and Carolyn Hall, and several nieces and nephews. Harley loved his aunt's, Jacki Vaughn and Vicki Watts and his uncle Jim Bob Watts, his cousins Gail Bartheidel and Jim Watts.

He graduated from Bronte High School and attended TSTC Sweetwater, Texas .  Harley was a mechanic and loved working with his hands. In August 2018, he was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. After a long battle, God called him home. Harley fought a hard fight.

Pallbearers will be Jim Bob Watts, Jim Watts, Coltin Watts, Chris Hamm, Chris Cudd and Austin Watts.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to the American Heart Association P . O . Box 840692, Dallas, TX 75284-0692 .

A Child Of Mine

By Edgar Guest

I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief.
You'll have his lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labour vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take him home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
'Dear Lord, Thy will be done!'
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him,
Much sooner than we've planned.
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.