He was called Will by many, but to me will always be 'Brother Webb'.
He was a loving husband, father, brother and son who was and is loved dearly. Webb was an independant -- a kindred spirit of the cowboy, the hobo, the Jonny Cash, Hank Williams, and Woody Guthrie type men of the world. He sang and played his old guitar as good as the best.
He had great compassion for adventure and loved to take the unconventional way of achieving a task or reaching a goal. He was a 'free spirit' who sang his own song, made his own path, followed his heart, and marched to his own drum.
He was passionate about life and family. One never had to wonder if he loved you. If he said he loved you, he did, with his whole heart -- it is as simple as that.
Webb was a truck driver and traveled this whole country. At times he would be gone a long time, but he always found his way home -- and I know that from here, too, he found his way home to rest in the arms of our Heavenly Father.
God bless you, Brother Webb.
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