Bob "Brent" Bevel, 65, passed away on March 7, 2016. He was born in Ft. Hood Texas on June 10, 1950 to Bob and Betty Bevel. He was the son of an Army Lieutenant and spent time in Okinawa, Japan before his father retired and settled in Waxahachie, Texas. Bob enjoyed his independence living in Mexia State School for many years, and spent his last years at a group home in Burleson, Texas. Bob loved western movies, classic country music, and anything "cowboy" related. He enjoyed spending time with his friends and talking about country music and westerns. He loved meeting new people and was always gracious with a beaming smile. He had a heart as big as the open sky and he was loved by all who met him.

Bob is survived by his sister, Brenda Franzese of McAlester, Oklahoma, nephew Rob Franzese and his wife, Andrea, and their two children of Waxahachie, Texas, and Gina Holzer and her husband, Adam, and their two children of Parrish, Florida He is also survived by cousins Linda Starkey and her family of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, Daylene Perry and family of Sacramento, California, Lora Swanhorst and family of Elk Grove, California, and Debra Swanhorst-Henry and family of Prague, Oklahoma.

Bob is preceded in death by his father, Bob, and mother, Betty, his maternal and paternal grandparents, and his brother-in-law, Gaetano Franzese.

Visitation will be held at 1 – 3:00 p.m., Saturday, March 12, 2016 at Waxahachie Funeral Home. A graveside service will be held March 14, 2016 at Rosedale Cemetery in Ada, Oklahoma.

Please sign the online guestbook at www. waxahachiefuneralhome.com.

Drift Along Lonely Cowboy

In the far away Heavens in distant blue skies,
High above in the bright gleaming sun,
Is a heaven of rest, for the Great Master's guest,
When the Round-up on Earth is all done.

Through ever green meadows the riders will stray,
In the flush of an Eternal dawn
With the Boss by your side through the Heavens you'll ride
Drift along, lonely cowboy, drift on.

Drift along, lonely cowboy, drift to your new range,
There's a Chuck wagon camped there on high.
Old time friends you will find, who once left you behind,
And we'll all meet you there bye and bye.

The Boss of the Round-up will lend you a hand,
He'll be waiting for you in the dawn
In the campfire's glow are old faces you'll know,
Drift along, lonely cowboy, drift on.

~by Curley Fletcher, date unknown