Cameron Taylor Obituary, Death – Cameron Taylor sadly died at the age of 20, on August 28th 2022. Cameron Taylor was one of five kids born to Bryan and Jessica Taylor. He had an unbreakable link with each of them. Cameron would go to any length for his brothers. He valued spending time with his family and friends. You may consider yourself family if you were fortunate enough to call him a friend. Anyone who had the privilege of spending time with him adored him.
He graduated from Evergreen High School in Vancouver, Washington in 2020. I am a proud member of the Laborers’ Union, Local 335. There wasn’t another kid with his heart and hustle. Cameron had a passion for vehicles like no other, and he was always working on them, even if they didn’t need to be fixed.
Cameron enjoyed a variety of activities, but his favorites included spending time with his family and friends, going to the beach, and working on automobiles and motorcycles. Cameron could fix it if it had wheels and was broken. He once disassembled his father’s lawnmower simply to reassemble it. Cameron used to make fun of individuals who needed mechanics, saying, “Why would you spend money on them when you have Camatech?!?” He was the first person people would call when they needed aid. And he’d be there at any hour of day or night.
There was nothing he couldn’t figure out a way to solve. That’s why his truck’s throttle wire resembles a shoelace, and he keeps spares in case it breaks. Everyone phoned him when they needed a tow, and he’d do whatever he could to assist you fix your automobile. He would spend hours wrenching on projects. Cameron would move heaven and earth to aid you if you needed it. One of his better attributes, in my opinion.
He was a sweet and generous young man. The kind of generosity that paid for his family’s trip to The Great Wolf Lodge with his tax refund from his first “real” job (at Costless Auto Parts).
He would do anything to make a dollar before he obtained his first job. He would pluck weeds, mow a lawn, mop the floors, vacuum the stairs, and even pick up dog excrement for a family member or neighbor in order to earn money. Everyone was wondering, “What would he do with this money?” A new bicycle? An RC vehicle? What is he after?! And every year, without fail, he would request that someone, usually his Nammy, accompany him to the store to purchase gifts for his siblings and family.
They were nothing outstanding; they could have been dollar store puzzles, but he bought items for everybody he could afford to with the little money he earned by doing whatever he could. And he did it for the people he cared about year after year.