George Cyrus Bowman

1931 - 2025

George Cyrus Bowman

July 5, 1931 - October 5, 2025

It is with the saddest and heaviest of hearts that I write this. My Dad, George Cyrus Bowman, passed away Sunday afternoon, October 5, 2025. He lived a full life as he was 94 years of age.

His health has been declining over the last couple of years, but he fought till the end. He had a zest and zeal to live and he did, and did things that some people only can dream of experiencing.

He was such a unique person who saw and experienced so many changes over his 94 years. I choose to remember him when he could outwork most any two people and he was the happiest designing, building, traveling and enjoying the farm he was born on. He was preceded in death by his parents, George W. Bowman and Mildred Inez Dean; one daughter, Emily Sharon Bowman. Surviving are his only son, Cyrus Sheridan Bowman; and one sister, Catherine Westmoreland; along with numerous nieces and nephews.

All the hardships he saw as a lad during The Great Depression made him a stronger individual striving for a better life, and that he did.

He married my Mother when they were both 16 years of age and had plans of going out West and starting an adventure that a book could be written about. (I may do so at some point). But that did not come to fruition, as other things changed their course. First, he was drafted into the Korean Conflict and was able to see parts of the world that a young country boy, in his wildest imagination could not fathom. After his stint in the Army and he returned home, he continued to farm and began a successful career climbing the Corporate Ladder in the booming textile industry. That changed as well and he was one of the very first to retire from Federal Express.

Soon afterwards, another addition to the family happened with the birth of my sister. She was such a bright and intelligent child, but spinal meningitis took her life at a very young age. This was devastating and started a change in him that shook his faith and took years to overcome, but he did if one can truly grasp the loss of their child.

Then I came into the family. Believe it or not, I was wild and full of energy and really did not crawl, but started running before really getting my sea legs under me for walking. Yes, I did slow down and now I would give anything to have some of that energy back.

Fast forward a few years. I grew up around horses and mules and learned to ride and loved every minute of it. Dad knew just how much I loved them and saw I had the ability to be responsible for taking care of all the duties that come with the territory.

I will never forget one Saturday morning, Dad said we would go to a horse show very close by. It was held at Flintrock Stables and that is where my life changed forever. I was bitten by the bug of which there is no antidote or cure and that is the love of Arabian Horses. I saw a young Ferzim, an own son of Ferzon and the rest was history (eventually we purchased a son of Ferzim). Over the next several weeks, we drove to another close by Arabian Farm, Green Hi Win Farm that had some of the best bred Gainey bred horses, as it was W.L. McCleany who owned Galizon and then sold half interest back to Mr. Gainey, where I knew these were the things dreams were made from. More of this for another time.

Dad also taught me to respect, and the safety necessary to use firearms and his love for A. H. Fox Sterlingworth Shotguns, of which I still love today.

He loved music, but was not able to grasp the art, but he gave me the opportunity to further my music, which was my second love and I know he was so proud of what I was able to accomplish on this front.

Dad loved his heritage and was so full of history, that it was suggested he record some of these experiences for others to enjoy. He was an antique tractor aficionado and loved to travel, especially out West, where he had hoped of starting out a life with my Mother.

There were circumstances that put a strain on our relationship for a time, as we were two different headstrong individuals from two different times, but I am so glad this was straightened out and we were able to share and make some great memories. He fit the definition of unique.

I choose to remember the good times, and relish on his life as a whole and the legacy he left for me and others. There are so many things and emotions that are rushing through the channels of my mind. Time has a way of getting away from us and life is so very short at its longest point.

Dad, I will see you again in the Resurrection when we will all be restored to complete health, happiness, no more sad days or sad goodbyes. Until then, Rest In Peace. I love you Dad!

I would like to thank the entire staff at Kernersville Medical Center, especially his nurse Madeline, along with the entire staff at Hospice - Beacon Place, for making his final journey as painless and stress-free as possible for him and for me. I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart.

There will be a private burial.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Beacon Place at AuthoraCare Collective - Greensboro.

Triad Cremation & Funeral Service

2110 Servomation Road, Greensboro, NC 27407