Now they moved closer in to town and past the old Cobb home where his father had died. Large trees shaded the downtown district and the streets were lined with citizens paying, in a rural way, their last respects.
The last turn was off Church St. and into the Rose Hill Cemetary where more than 200 little leaguers lined both sides of the road in the form of an honor guard. The cars stopped in front of a large mausoleum that had the words COBB chiseled over the doorway.
The preacher accompanied Dr. Stewart Brown, Jr., a close Cobb associate, and Beverly, Cobb's youngest daughter, in a Cadillac in front of the hearse. Beverly turned to Dr. Brown and said, “that’s the first time I ever saw daddy come in second.”
Friends of young and old were there and a few that had been small when Ty had first moved to Royston. They had knew the man that had left Royston and battled his way into immortality and was the first player ever inducted into Baseball’s Hall of Fame. And now they had come to pay final tribute to him and to witness the final chapter to the most prominent chronicle in the game’s history.
From all corners of America, the family received letters of condolences. As Ty was being placed in the marble vault, hints of rain fell lightly as if mother nature weeped in loss.
The clicking and grinding of cameras broke the silence and on lady cried, “Ty, ol' Ty is at rest for the first time in his life.”
The doors to the mausoleum were locked at 5 pm, a time that had started so many games that Ty had played in. A little leaguer with Tigers across his uniform stood in front with his cap over his heart.
Ty Cobb was home at last- - - in Royston!
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