Robert "Robin" Taylor Lewis

Robert (“Robin”) Taylor Lewis, III passed away on August 17, 2020 after a brief battle with cancer. He passed peacefully at home in the house he grew up in surrounded by loving family.

He is survived by the love of his life for 42 years, wife, Mary Lewis, his ex-wife Pricilla Sallee Chase, (they both loved him and each other) his son Brian Lewis and wife Christel, his daughter Shannon Lewis, his daughter Taylor Lewis-Najera and husband Sammy Najera. His cherished grandchildren include Brandi Miller and husband Cason, Brooke, Brycen, Brenyn, and Bruwyn Lewis, Lexin West, Kylie Stockwell and Mercy and Silas Najera. He is also survived by sister Melissa Teaff and her husband Carl, brother Jim Lewis, brother-in-law Jim Conohan and numerous special nieces and nephews. Robin was preceded in death by his parents Robert Taylor Lewis, Jr. and Polly Highfill Lewis, and his heavenly sister Laura Lee.

Growing up on the YL Ranch in Gainesville, Robin naturally acquired his love of the cowboy way—working hard and playing hard. Upon graduation from Gainesville high school in 1966, his working skills were put to use in various jobs: from welder to business owner of Gainesville Door. But, his true life-vocation was cattle ranching. Robin was a third generation cattle rancher on the YL and all his life, he passionately worked alongside his beloved father until he took over when his father retired.

Robin’s interests were as unique and adventuresome as he.  He loved drag racing and raced four-wheelers. He and his father had owned cutting horses and he loved to ride. Robin earned his pilot’s license and loved flying. In recent years, one of his favorite pastimes became watching baseball with Mary.

Robin was a well-read, intelligent man and he enjoyed lively discussions with his friends especially during the years of “morning coffee”.   Nobody has ever been in doubt of Robin’s opinion about something.  He had a wonderful sense of humor (a bit naughty sometimes) and a quick wit.  He will be greatly missed.

He once saw the following and remarked that it is how he felt about life: Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting “Holy Cow!!What a ride!”

Due to the Covid situation, he requested that there be no service at this time.  We will have a celebration of his life at a later date.