In the early morning hours of August 19, Edmund Cochran, age 67, departed this
world for heaven. He was a beloved husband, father, grandfather, son, brother,
uncle, and friend. He is survived by his wife of 38 years, Clara; his son, Steven
(Christie); his step-children, Kenneth (Annette), Sandra (Willie), and Preston; his
eight siblings, Alvin (Macha), Ella (Manuel), Gladys, Joann, Elaine, Irene, Steve
(Alice), and Charles; eight grandchildren and one great grandchild. He is preceded
in death by his parents, William and Librada Cochran and his sons, Billy and Charles Cochran.
Edmund was a jack of many trades. He was (not in any particular order) a
mechanic, boxer, a drywall wizard, CDL truck driver, hunting guide, farmer,
rancher, and oil-field worker. He spent most of his years in both residential and
commercial construction and was always eager to point out his handi work around
town.
Edmund had a passion for the outdoors, but especially loved hunting and fishing.
He was always exhilarated to share his pastimes and his enthusiasm was
contagious. His primary objective was to return home safely, with or without a catch, and would not hesitate to yell, "you better watch it! when warranted.
He used his God given gifts to help neighboring widows with odd jobs around
their house and would not accept any monetary payment for any help he gave if
they could not afford it. He helped build a church in Honduras and also helped at
the HEB youth camps for several years. He will forever be remembered for the
lives he touched.
Though he could come across as a hard nosed, hard fought, "you better toe the
line" individual, Edmund had a very tender heart which usually showed when the
grandkids came over or a friend had a need. It had not always been that way, but
God worked in his heart. If it were not for the work of the Master Potter remaking
Edmund, he would have not been the man, who's life we celebrate here today.

The Old Rugged Cross
By George Bennard

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best,
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
Oh, that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above,
To bear it to dark Calvary.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
In the old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine
Such a wonderful beauty I see
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died
To pardon and sanctify me.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
To the old rugged cross I will ever be true,
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me someday to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.
So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down,
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.