Memorial website in the memory of your loved one

When we don't speak of those we love who have died, only then have they truly died.

 This very sad memorial website was created by Guy and Lori Burgstahler in  memory of Taylor Burgstahler who was born in New York on February 28, 1988 and passed away on July 17, 2005 at the age of 17 in Arizona. He died before his time and we will remember him FOREVER!

We miss you son.

 

Please copy and paste this website address and pass it on to others. It's the only way Taylor won't be forgotten. Thanks.

 Take your time reading this site. There are many pages loaded with inspiring stories and videos, (links are in blue) helpful information and details about upcoming events. Please turn on your speakers to hear the music. Taylor so loved music...

The purpose of this website is to immortalize our son because it is our responsibility to make sure people remember him. Unfortunately, when you die, life goes on and you are soon forgotten. It just happens.
People forget.

 



Unless there is a parent or friend to remind people that you once existed, no one will remember. People don't mean to forget, but life happens and memories fade. It is up to us to keep their memories alive. Take this moment to remember that great person who is no longer here to remind you of the joy they once brought to your life. If you know someone who has lost a loved one, drop them a line, we think they'd like that.


We also have started this site in the hope of helping others. Helping by being there for newly bereaved parents, heeding the call of suicide, and lending support to those experiencing a hard time in life at this moment. Taylor died young because his soul was fully developed, he had to die to pass on his message of hope and love. His death has taught us all many lessons and we hope to teach you what we have learned about when it comes to the afterlife.

We promise you, you will find support from us! We understand what others don't.

This is Taylor's memorial spot. It is located at the Hansen Desert Hills Memorial Park at 6500 East Bell Road.  His marker is located to the left of the Angel of Hope Statue. 


We hope the resources on here help you and help others heal who have suffered a terrible loss. Your grief will take years to recover from, but you have people here to talk to. 

Please pass this website on to anyone you know who needs support. Please pass this site on to keep Taylor's memory alive!

We are here to help. 

You can find support with the resources throughout these pages. 

There are links within the pages that will take you to other sites such as some of the bands Taylor enjoyed,
resources for greiving families, links to The Taylor Fund, and to some of the most inspirational videos you have ever seen!

May you be blessed. We
hope you can find some peace here.

Feel free to contact us to add a link or to just talk.

All we can tell you is to give your grief respect.
Don't try to be brave or strong.


We are on this journey together.



I think about how much I miss him, and start to feel sorry for myself.....but then I think about all the people who never got the chance to meet him -- and I start to feel sorry for them. 

We will never get over his senseless death, his passing has left such a void in my life. Why G-d would take a young man
who was one of the kindest creatures on this Earth - we don't know. We only know death is now something for us to look forward to because hopefully it will reunite us with our beloved Taylor.

To all of his friends
Please know that Taylor will forever watch out for you -
He loved you all so much. Please don't forget him as he would never forget you!

Go Wolves!

Our goal is to provide this website for people who miss someone they loved and who has now died. To provide a safe  place where one can cry and talk about grief, in a safe and secure environment. Your emails are private!


Background music used with permission. 
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***GROWW and Compassionate Friends are just two of many online support groups. Facebook also has many support groups for grieving parents.***

In tributes and condolences, there is a list of several support groups. We hope you find one that is a good fit for you. 



Unless you have experienced the
loss of a child or sibling, you are completely unaware of the despair and misery ones feels every waking moment. 
 
As Taylor's mom, when I awaken each day the first thing I think of is maybe Taylor will be sleeping safely in his bed.  
And then I'll go and look, and of course, he's not there.  
I cannot possbily describe to you 
the panic I feel each morning when I realize that my nightmare has  not yet ended.  



I sometimes think this agony is too great for me to bear, the memories, though sweet, are torture to relive.  There is this constant torment, this agonizing, grievous and seering pain that cuts so deep I sometimes feel perhaps if I  plunged a butcher knife into my heart I could somehow cut the pain away.  

*Taylor's last moments

The Medical Examiner said he died of blunt forced head trauma due to "complications of drowning." 
He sustained survivable head injuries. Had it been a a dry fall - he would have survived.
 
            

     A Phoenix Volunteer fireman (Dave Kalkbrenner)   was unable to help, as were the boys. After ten years, there are still several unanswered questions that bother us to this day. Immediately following Taylor's "accident" we began to hear rumors about what REALLY happened to Taylor. The one that seems to be repeated the most is that the boys were on the trail going down and one of them decided to mess around and Taylor was pushed down the trail. Another is that Taylor was on the edge fishing and was pushed off the cliff. The boys saw Taylor hit his head and they watched him sink. They immediately freaked and called their parents who advised them to call the police and after they gave a 'report' they left Taylor - and NEVER BOTHERED TO CALL US. Even 8 HOURS later they didn't call until they were sure the cops weren't looking at the boys as the blame for Taylor's death. We have also heard that they lawyered up and that is why NONE of them have bothered to reach out to us.   Why haven't they ever reached out over the years? Oh that's right, they can't. Because they MURDERED our son. "Thanks." The worst thing about it, is that Taylor would be devastated to learn that he has been all but forgotten by his best friends.     

There were NO drugs or alcohol involved.  Taylor wasn't a partier.

There was no storm, there were no waves. It was standing water. There was no reason NOT to attempt a rescue!

Taylor's body was found two days later -- 

*In the exact same spot where he had fallen in.*


There are no currents in a reservoir. 

Taylor should have survived.

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Tell others what you have learned from Taylor's untimely death. Cherish those around you. Take a moment right now and let them know how important they are to you.
This is your
chance, don't let it pass by.  

 How do we get across Taylor's message of fairness and kindness?



Always be loving, always be available.  
Whether you choose to believe it or not, being kind and accepting of ALL people is the most important thing in this world.  All, meaning everyone, even people you don't like.

   
It doesn't matter what religion you are, 
or even if you have no religion, 
love is what matters.  

And the greatest of these is
"Love."

Love never dies.  Love is eternal.  Love is the energy we all feel, even if we don't believe. True love never dies.

Hug your parent, or child, or friend. 

TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM - RIGHT NOW!

 
Let them know everyday how much you love them.  
We tell you this because it is so important. One moment you are laughing and talking with the one you love and the next -- you are wondering how you will ever survive this heartbreak?  
Death can happen suddenly, and when it does happen suddenly, you won't have the opportunity to say goodbye, I'm sorry, or I'll miss you. You will be left with an overwhelming feeling of regret.
Take every opportunity you have to tell those that you care about, how much you love them. 

  It is so important to be  really careful of  what you say to others
and how you react to another person.
 
 It may be the last thing you do.  It may be the last time you see them.
 

It's so easy to be lazy, to take the easy way out & to ignore a friend in need.  But that is the worst thing you can do.  You never know when you will need help, you never know when someone you take for granted will disappear and be gone forever.
 And you never know,  when you will go.
  

Kindness, Loyalty, Love, Respect and Support.  
Everyone needs those in their lives. You have a chance to make a difference. 
Make it.



We constantly hugged our Taylor, always kissing and telling him how much he mattered. 
Each night we'd tuck our children in and say,
 
"Out of all the kids in the world, how did we get the best ones?"  
Taylor of course would mockingly  say in a very high pitched voice, "Ahhhhhh, isn't that sweet?"
And then we'd go and kiss him again.  

More importantly,  Taylor would want people to show empathy to others and to always accept people for who they are, no matter how different they may be. 

Tell someone you care today. 

Pay it forward.

   Please keep Taylor alive in your hearts and minds

From your mouth to G-d's ear..... and Taylor's....

Jesus Christ Bust is a mahogany bust that has been blessed by a Catholic Priest.   I gifted this piece.
 
Please keep Taylor in your prayers.
He was very open minded when it came to
his  
spiritual life.  Taylor had a
sweet, kind, tender, and understanding soul. He was mature way beyond his years. It seems he was sent to all of us to teach us about undying trust and love.


Donnie and Taylor
This is the last picture of Taylor taken before he died. He was dead 3 hours later.





To read about the dream that occurred at the exact same moment my son Taylor died, scroll up and click on the tributes and condolences page. 
The dream story will blow your mind.

Whatever you do in life - 
Be kind and 
Believe 

He would have changed the world had he lived. 
Instead, he changed me.

Pass this site on, you just might
save a life tonight.


Please know  you are welcome to email me and I will try to support you through your pain the best I can. No one understands unless they have been there. 
I am there.

                      

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What is Normal after your child dies?

Original poem by Tara & Heath Carey
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your
family's life.

Normal is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays, X-mas, Hanukkah, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Passover.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything anymore.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving the accident continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.

Normal is having the TV on the minute you walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every boy who looks like he is Taylor's age. And then thinking of the age he'd would be now. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in your life always being backed up with
sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in your heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were
an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in
someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has
become a part of your "normal."



Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your childs's memory and their birthdays and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special Taylor loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to mention my son, Taylor.
Normal is making sure that others remember him.

Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.

Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. Nothing compares.
NOTHING.
Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare.

Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because you know your mental health depends on it.



Normal is realizing you do cry everyday.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone but someone stricken with grief over the loss of their child.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.
Normal is not listening to people make excuses for
G-d.
"G-d may have done this because…"


I know Taylor is in "heaven," but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why a fantastic young man was taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.
Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did the laundry or if there is any food.

Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have two children or one child, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that Taylor is dead.
And yet when you say you have one child to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed the dead child.

Normal is asking G-d why he took your child's life instead of yours and asking if there even is a G-d.

Normal is knowing you will never get over this loss, not in a day nor a million years.

Normal is having therapists agree with you that you will never "really" get over the pain and that there is nothing they can do to help you because they know only bringing back your child back from the dead could possibly make it "better."

Normal is learning to lie to everyone you meet and telling them you are fine. You lie because it makes others uncomfortable if you cry. You've learned it's easier to lie to them then to tell them the truth that you still feel empty and it's probably never going to get any better -- ever.
And last of all...
Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to
feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal."
 

The above poem was written by a grieving parent who sent it into the Compassionate Friends Group. I have taken the liberty to rewrite and change parts of the poem to fit it more to Taylor's personality.  I hope you are able to apply the same techniques to this poem to help you remember your child.


The Yearning is the hardest to handle
Lori Burgstahler

I sit here and think that in a few short months, it will be three years since Taylor has passed. What I have learned is that everything goes back to normal. Except the family. And the smaller the family, the harder it is to recover.

Children are G-d's medicine. They help to take the suffering away. I can say with a full heart that my daughter Brooke has been my antidote and without her I'm afraid I would not have survived this long. Yes, losing a child is that painful.

I have been lucky to be able to express my thoughts and feelings on paper. I hope my forthcoming book will help others, and guide those of you that have not lost a child in your support of the bereaved parent.

Although there are so many emotions experienced (and at a very intense level) the one I'd like to focus on right now is the yearning.

When your child dies and time has passed, one of the hardest things to cope with is the yearning. To me, the yearning has been the hardest part. I yearn so desparately to see my son again. To hear his sweet voice telling me a joke or hearing him giving encouragement to a friend over the telephone.

I yearn to see his thick dark blonde hair and I yearn to walk up behind him like I'd done so many times before and ruffle his hair. To run my hands through his thick hair and announce to him that he is in need of a haircut. And to watch in amazement as his hair would grow back nearly as fast as it was cut off!

I yearn to put my arms around him and hug him. To snuggle with my baby boy (even at 17) and tell him he was my greatest joy. To wrap my small arms around his strong shoulders and tell him that even though he was physically stronger than I was, that I would always be there to take care of him. I'd be there to make things better for him. I'd be his rock, I'd be there no matter what. Because as his mom, I was still strong enough to take care of him and always would be.



I yearn to smell his sweat after a basketball game and to wash his uniform with lots of extra laundry detergent to make sure it was clean and smelled fresh for him for the next time he had to wear it.

I yearn to see him make a "concoction" that he and his father made together with the blender. Running to the store to purchase different kinds of liquid drinks to mix together and to dare each other to go a step further and add in another ingredient. I miss the roar of the blender, the loudness that would rattle the stillness of a lazy sunday afternoon.

I miss having his friends coming over and hanging out. Just hanging out and being boys. Playing video games, laughing about girls and teachers. Watching how intensely they got into the video games and me, the mom; coming into his room to hug and kiss him in the middle of the game, having Taylor try to play around me so he wouldn't lose a point. But he never once told me to leave. He knew it'd only take a second to give him a quick hug and kiss. All his friends would look and and smile, because they knew he was embarrassed, but they knew that their moms probably would be doing the same thing to them if they were at their house. Boys are magical. Son's are magical. My son was magical.

I could go on, but it hurts too much to think about it all. How much I'm missing. How much I will miss him, and how much it hurts.

People who haven't lost a child, especially those in the medical community sometimes claim that parents linger in their pain because they are sad about all the lost opportunities with their child. True, but that isn't nearly what hurts us the most. Nor is it the hardest thing to cope with. For example, having a child who is severely injured and can no longer function, one who will no longer be able to fulfill all their dreams for the future is better than a dead child. Grieving parents would rather have their child sick and disabled than dead. Even if there are all those lost opportunities to deal with -- they still have their child alive. It is better than having a dead child. Because they have what we don't have -- hope.



When your child is dead, there is no hope for a cure. No hope for a miracle, no hope that they will recover. There is no hope. That is the difference. As a bereaved parent we have lost our hope. And that is what makes the yearning so difficult to handle. Because you know there is no hope in ever seeing your child alive again. And so you yearn. And the yearning becomes stronger each day and eventually becomes overwhelming. Yet you go on -- especially if you have other children, because loving a child who is already alive is such a gift. So you put the yearning for your dead child into your back pocket and carry it with you wherever you travel.

The yearning never goes away. It eats at you like a pirranha nibbling on his meal made from your heart. Bit by bit, the yearning overtakes the constant crying and the urge to die. But the feeling never leaves you and you learn to once again hide this strong emotion from the rest of the world for fear you may make them feel uncomfortable.

The yearning is the hardest part to handle. 

 

Now, about Taylor William Burgstahler
Taylor was born a few weeks early and only weighed 6 pounds, 7 ounces at birth. He had black hair everywhere on his body, except his head! His grandfather said that he looked like an ant.
He did.

Taylor had severe acid reflux as a baby and he had a difficult time finding relief for the first 3 months at home. He cried, A LOT. But when he wasn't in pain and crying, he was the sweetest baby around.
Taylor wasn't one for walking too soon. He was nearly 14 months old before he could walk steadily on his own two feet. But he was a fast learner at other things. Such as talking! Taylor once crawled to the telephone phone that was on the floor in the living room and picked up the receiver and said, "Hello? Hello?" several times! He was only 8 months old! I knew then that he was a smart one. Thank goodness he wasn't "smart-alecky!" When Taylor was 2 years old, we were shopping at Hills Department store in NY and I had the misfortune of having my purse stolen. I started to cry a tiny bit and as Taylor sat in the cart and brushed my cheek with his tiny little hand, he said "Ah, Look at my mommy, my mommy's sad. Don't cry mommy, I'll make it better." And he did.


Two days later he got his head stuck in the Easter wood cut-outs at the Buffalo Botanical Gardens. He never whined once. Even when they said they might have to cut the wood apart near his head. It was one of the funniest moments in time! Although, getting his head stuck in the metal bars at the Spaghetti Factory in Buffalo around the same time was pretty hilarious also.

Taylor was a mild mannered kid. He was sweet, and loved everyone. He just wanted to be everyone's friend. The teachers at Maryvale Primary School said he'd do great things, they were right. He was a wonderful student. Such a good example for the other kids. One example that comes to mind is when Taylor was in the sixth grade. One day, his English teacher had spilled her supplies onto the middle of the floor and Taylor was the only student in the entire class that got up out of his seat and gathered
the items off the floor and handed them back to his teacher.

In elementary and middle school he was involved in basketball, baseball, football and Karate.

Then we moved to Midlothian, Virginia. That was very hard for Taylor. He didn't understand prejudice and was against it. This experience would shape him into the man he was to become. Strong, confident, determined and most important, compassionate.

After a year of private school at The Millwood School in Midlothian, Virginia, Taylor got back all his confidence. Even though he had a hard time at the public Swift Creek Middle School , Millwood was pure heaven for him. Private school agreed with him as did the new curriculum called The International Baccalaureate Program.

Taylor never really grew out of the acid reflux that made him regurgitate everyday, but we got used to it. Or should I say, I got used to it. Because I was his mom, I was the one who was always beside him, holding his hair, patting his back, wiping his face and getting him to sip water. It sounds strange, but it bonded us even more.

 

Soon we were on our way to Scottsdale, AZ.
The weather, the lifestyle, the people, were completely different for Taylor in the beginning, but he hung in there. Eventually Taylor met some very nice kids. Ryan Gleason, Kevin Hasset, Hadas Gold, Sandeep Singh Bains, Sandra Jovanovic and many more. I was so happy he got in with the "good kids."

Taylor loved SKA music. It had a fast, happy beat with lots of horns and it wasn't littered with foul language. Although he did enjoy 50 Cent and Snoop Dog - he said he tried to download the songs without the curse words. Some of his favorite SKA bands were - Suburban Legends , The Aquabats , Five Iron Frenzy , and Planet Smashers were among his favorite bands. Taylor loved humor in his music, he loved ironic lyrics. That is why he loved Weird Al Yankovic too!


One of his favorite songs when he died was "Beverly Hills" by Weezer and "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy" by Big and Rich. He even got a kick out of Cowboy Troy! He had even recently discovered Frank Sinatra. Many nights we sat together as a family and listened to Saturday Night Live's version of "Jeopardy" on his CD's. It always seemed funnier to just listen to it instead of watching the show.

Taylor was an extremely intelligent person. But what struck people the most about him when they met him was how polite, compassionate and incredibly funny he was. He oozed maturity way beyond his years. He admired the truth of Howard Zinn , the courage of Martin Luther King Jr., respected the peacefulness of Ghandi, admired the religious tolerance of the Dalai Lama and contemplated the ideas of Joseph Campbell. He thought Moses was a strong leader and loved that Jesus wasn't afraid to follow his heart.

Taylor aspired to be like them. He was a man of his convictions. He believed he could change the world for the better. He wanted world peace and was willing to do whatever it took to see it come about. I believe he is still trying to change the world, but through us now.

One of Taylor's most wonderful personality traits was his gift of compassion. He loved animals and treated them kindly. When our Boston Terrier, Bean got old and started to snore too loud, she was not allowed to sleep on our bed anymore, so Taylor let her sleep on his. Taylor would put on the TV or radio while he tried to fall asleep to help cover up the snoring. He didn't have the heart to make her
leave. Bean snored so loud you could hear her all the way on the other side of the house.

One of my favorite things about Taylor was that he always let us hug and kiss him. Even in front of his buddies! He was never disrespectful or rude to me, and always let me know he cared. He would allow us to kiss him on the cheek and hug him in front of his friends and he never acted as though he was embarrassed. I was his mom, I loved him and he knew I needed to hug him. So he let me. As a parent, that was the greatest gift.



Anyone who remembers Taylor knows he was a very responsible and sensitive person. Taylor had a knack for making others feel comfortable in all situations. Even when he felt slighted, he never complained. If others sought the limelight he let them have it. If they didn't seek it, he was happy to bask in it himself. In a unique way, strangers felt as though Taylor was like a kindred spirit, as if they had known him all their lives. Many times he would come home after a night out with his friends and tell me who said what, and how it had made him feel. He was very sensitive of what people said about others, he hated backstabbing.


Whenever he noticed that I was sad or nervous, he would always know the right things to say. He was growing into such a fine young man.

I've never known anyone so kind. His dad and I loved him so very deeply. He was such a gift to the both of us. Taylor was so close to each of us, he was our "one true friend." Taylor's sister Brooke, misses him so much.


Taylor never disliked anyone. He always thought it was his responsibility to make sure everyone got along and that it was his job to make others understand. This helped him grow into a very popular kid.

Taylor had the ability to cross all walks of life and found something of value in everyone. He took people at face value. He felt if you were different then he was, he had something to learn from you. He embraced the differences and tried to learn from them.


People do forget, but we are determined to keep his memory alive by helping others. We think of all the good he accomplished in his short life, and how kind and considerate he was of others. Taylor was not the normal "nice guy," he really was fair, he really did care, he really felt one must never judge another! He was always one of the first ones there at a fundraiser, and usually the last one to leave. He always felt such an intense responsibility to keep the memory of others who had passed alive. Perhaps he knew deep down inside, someday people would be attending HIS fundraisers.

 


Please pass this site on.  

Taylor believed in tikkun olam. Tikkun olam (תיקון עולם) is a Hebrew phrase which translates to "repairing the world." 

The concept of tikkun olam or repairing the world through social action, is one of the traditional categories of tzedakah (righteousness and justice).
Here is a website in which you can help Taylor continue his goal of creating a peaceful, loving and prosperous world for all.

**** The Phone Call *******

Lori Burgstahler

Many people have asked that I tell the story of my dream I had at the same time - unbeknownst to me, Taylor was in the Blue Ridge Reservoir, drowning, dying, all alone, cold and helpless, begging to live, even if only through a dream.

Taylor and I have always been close. Having similar personalities and temperaments, Taylor and I always seemed to think alike.
The morning of the fateful camping trip, I had felt unusually tired. Tired doesn't even describe the feelings I had - weighed down was more like it. I felt like I was wearing a suit of heavy armor, and I could barely move. I thought I was just feeling overwhelmed knowing I had to help the movers pack up the house in one week.


Now I realize it was either someone or something preventing me from being near my son, or a very strange warning that, regretfully, I didn't seem to comprehend.

When Taylor had first asked if he could go camping, he had requested if he could borrow the Pacifica because Donnie's truck was not in working condition.

I said, "No, Taylor, I don't think so, I don't think that's a good idea Honey."


Half hoping that if they had no feasible means of transportation, he would make the decision to stay home. Unfortunately, the boys were hell bent on going and decided to repair Donnie's truck that morning.

A few moments after telling Taylor that if they could get Donnie's truck going, they could still camp out, my husband called.
I told him, "I feel terrible today. I just can't get rid of this feeling of impending doom."

He responded by telling me I was being a "real downer" and said he'd call back and talk to me later. Guy
remembers talking to Taylor about it, and even Taylor couldn't figure out why I was so bummed.

Now - I know.


Somewhere in my subconscious, I KNEW that morning would be the last time I'd ever see my beloved first born and only son alive again. What happened in the next few hours would turn out to be the extraordinarily heavy burden I carry around with me to this day.

When Taylor came to let me know he was leaving, I was showering and barely had the opportunity to say goodbye.

I hollered out to him through the double doors of the bathroom, "I can't come out Taylor, I'm showering."

He replied, "But we need to leave now."

I yelled, "Okay,I'll be out in a minute."


I could tell from his silence, he was in a hurry, so I did something I regret to this day, I shouted out to him, "Ok honey, have a good time, I'll see you tomorrow. I love you. Goodbye"

I never got to tell him goodbye, not really, not like we usually do.
I heard the front door shut downstairs just as I was getting out of the shower. In fact, he never even saw me running out the door hoping to catch him as he drove away down the street. For the first time in our entire lives, we had not hugged and kissed goodbye.

That morning, Taylor called from his cell phone to inform me that there would not be any cell phone reception up in the mountains. I wasn't crazy about that idea, and in fact; had I known that, I probably would not have let him go. We said we loved each other and hung up. It would be the last time I'd ever speak to Taylor.

That afternoon, I was still feeling this unbearable weight upon my body and decided to lay down for a short while to try to get some rest hoping it would refresh me.

Around 2:30 PM, as I laid on the burgundy and gold colored couch in the family room, I had what I refer to as a
'wake- dream.' Some people call it a vision. To this day I can't be sure I was asleep. I'm pretty sure I was fully awake. Either way, what happened next made even me feel uncomfortable.

I had this "dream" that Taylor called me from his cell phone screaming, "Mom! Mom! I need to know how to do CPR! I need to know how to do CPR!"

I could see him screaming hysterically into his cell phone next to a lake. Although I had no idea "who" needed the CPR performed on them, so I proceeded to talk Taylor through the motions.I could see what appeared to be a male figure on the ground.

I could see the trees and the brown ground. But I couldn't tell who it was that was laying on the ground.

I remember telling him in my dream, as he was performing CPR on the unidentified body, "It's okay honey, you're doing fine. You're doing a great job. You've got it now, you can finish this on your own. I remember telling him that if the person throws up to just turn their head to the side, and take off his shirt and wipe out their mouth. I knew how that would make Taylor feel sick. I felt myself with him.

It was weird, I was talking on the phone with him, yet I could see everything happening as if I were there. "

I remember saying to his much relieved face, "You keep administering the CPR, and I'll get Brooke to call for help from her cell phone."

The next thing I remember thinking was, "What a terribly morbid thought."

Little did I know it was a cry for help from my son. Evidently, one of the boys tried to help him, the other ran away to look for help.

Which never really came and Taylor drowned while poor Donnie tried help him.

And Donnie being an accomplished diver, probably would have been able to, except for the actions of an unidentified volunteer fireman who prevented Donnie from trying to find Taylor underneath the water.

The fireman instead, offered a "stick" to "poke" at the water with.

 Basically, that fireman let him die.

How very sad.

What our family has such a hard time comprehending is how could he have hit his head while going into the water, and why, if there were "loads" of people around in boats and other fishermen, why were they told no one was allowed to try to do anything?

Certainly if he had just fallen into the water, even if he was sinking, certainly more than one person could have helped. And if help had arrived, with the water being cold, Taylor could have been revived up to 20 minutes or more of being under the water. This was in the middle of July - not the winter! None of it makes sense.

After my vision, I scolded myself for even thinking such a thing and tried to relax again. I didn't realize it at the time, but either Taylor was somehow communicating with me to say goodbye, or it was a very frantic and desperate cry for help.

He was calling his momma like he always did. Taylor never let me worry, he always called to let me where he was. We had a rule - I needed to know where he was at all times so if there was ever an emergency and I needed to contact him, I would know the last place he was so I could find him. Wow.

Taylor ALWAYS called. Ask anyone, Taylor called his momma several times a day. Later that evening around 7:03 PM, I telephoned Taylor on his cell phone totally unaware that he had drowned hours earlier.

I left a message on his phone telling him I was worried that I hadn't spoken to him in a while, and that when he got my message, to give me a call. I had absolutely no idea that my son was already dead!


In fact, it was 6 hours AFTER he drowned that I was alerted to the fact that he was "missing." Why they did not alert us immediately is a mystery to us.

Sometime around 8:30 PM a Scottsdale policewoman and the local office psychologist came to our door. As soon as I saw his badge that had his credentials listed, I knew something terrible had happened to someone I loved.

The psychologist asked me if my son was one of three boys who had gone camping up at Blue Ridge Reservoir earlier that day and I knew right then and there, that my precious son was dead.

I replied that my son had, indeed, gone camping. He quickly added that there had been an "accident" that Taylor had lost his footing, slipped down the rocky ridge and had fallen into the deep, murky, and very cold water. They were looking for him, he claimed, at that very moment.

I inquired of the man, "How long has he been "missing" since the "accident?"

When he told me the "accident" occurred sometime around 2:30 PM, I knew immediately that my baby boy was dead.

I knew from being a cop myself years earlier, that they didn't send the psychologist if they assume the child is going to be fine.

I also felt it was common sense that a person who had fallen into the water and they cannot be found within 6 hours, that it is most probable that the person is deceased. I knew it, I felt it, I just knew my sweet, gentle Taylor was dead.

And so begins the start of our nightmare. It took the recovery team two days to find his body. It was the longest two days of my life.

 Crisis Apparitions: Apparitions of the dying or recently dead (usually less than twelve hours, but as much as 24-48 hours) are the most frequently reported of apparitions. This category commonly involves one-time visits to someone with whom the apparition has close emotional ties. Though the encounter usually seems to be a type of farewell, sometimes important and useful information is relayed to the "viewer." Though dying is the most common crisis, other life-threatening situations can also trigger apparitional visits.


In these cases, the crisis apparition typically visits a close associate in an appeal for help.


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If you have a brother and he dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?

That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

Tears have a wisdom all their own. They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and to work through his sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound, carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burden, his own way.

I hope we can love Taylor more... and leave behind us, as he did, the love of love, the love of life.

Oh how tired I feel.

My grief, I find, is not desolation or rebellion at universal law or deity. I find grief to be much simpler and sadder... All the things he loved tear at my heart because he is no longer here on earth to enjoy them. All the things he loved!

Find a path on this unthinkable road, through an unimaginable forest of grief.

We hope this gives you a glimpse of how we’re making it from day to day, to take you on this journey of unbelievable grief, loss, and mystery. Not something everyone will care to do. But, there are other families who have experienced similar losses, and few know how to respond. Perhaps we can help in some way, just by sharing our thoughts and feelings.

HOW TO TALK TO A PARENT WHO HAS LOST A CHILD BY SOMEONE WHO HAS BEEN THERE.

(by Lori Burgstahler)


The soul destroying agony of your child dying is only truly known and understood by those who have endured it. Eight years on, I still glance down at my son's grave in disbelief. Visiting my child’s grave is surreal. It’s almost like I’ve vacated my body and I’m watching someone I don’t know standing there putting flowers down.

Is this really my life?

Only a parent understands the powerful bond you have with your child; that absolute undying love you have and that monumental desire that roars like an open fire inside you to protect that child at all costs. It is openly said that a parent will lay down their life for their child, but it is not until you have your own that you truly understand these fierce emotions. Parenting is wearing your heart on the outside of your body. Whatever you imagine it might be like to have your child die, multiply that by about a trillion and you’re probably not even close.

On the surface it appears society is accepting of this unbearable sadness and people are supportive and open to talking about it. However, in my situation I’ve been surprised by people’s genuine kindness and empathy as much as I’ve been repeatedly shocked & disappointed by their lack of it. It’s necessary for bereaved parents to be able to talk and, most of all, be able to talk openly. I’ve found it’s the only thing which dispels the trauma.

Sure, friends and family have been supportive, but it’s proven to be the case with me that there is a mandate as for how long their unwavering support, patience, understanding, concern and empathy lasts. The truth is, the situation is so unbearably sad that it becomes incredibly emotionally draining on the other person.

The realisation that they can’t fix your sadness sets in, the frustration builds because not even they can see an end in sight, then gradually it starts to impede on the happiness in their life. They haven’t lost their child so why should they spend all their time sad about yours?

I will, for the sake of all the other parents out there with empty arms, write ten things I wish people knew about the loss of a child. Maybe one of my ten points might make a difference to a bereaved parent’s life.

1. Eight years on I still get up every day with the exact same sadness I had the day Taylor died. The only difference is I’m more skilled at hiding it and I’m much more used to the agony of my broken heart. The shock has somewhat lessened, but I do still find myself thinking I can’t believe this happened. I thought that only happened to other people. You asked how I was in the beginning yet you stopped, why? Where did you get the information on what week or month was good to stop asking?

2. Please don’t tell me that all you want is for me to be happy again. Nobody wants that more than I do, but it’s something that can only be achieved with time. On top of that, I have to find a new happiness. The happiness I once felt, that carefree feeling, will never return in its entirety. It also helps to have the patience and understanding from loved ones.

3. Please don’t say ‘I want the old Lori back!’ Or, I can see the old Lori coming back! Lori’s not coming back. This is who I am now. If you only knew the horror I witnessed and endured you would know it’s not humanly possible for me to ever be the same person again. Losing a child changes who you are. I’ve been told my eyes look haunted.

It’s a strange thing for someone to tell a grieving mother, but it’s true – I am haunted. My views on the world have changed, things that were once important are not now and vice versa. I feel as though you’re telling me two things here. Firstly you don’t like the person I am and, secondly if the old Lori’s not coming back I’m out of here. By the way there is nobody that misses the “old Lori” more than me!!! I’m mourning two deaths here; my son’s and my former self.

4. If you chose to acknowledge my son’s birthday or the anniversary of his death on the first year, it’s terribly gut wrenching when you didn’t bother to acknowledge the second or third or fourth or... Do you think any subsequent birthday or anniversary is not as sad for me? It also says to me in very big neon lights that you’ve moved on and forgotten about my son.

5. Please stop with the continual comments about how lucky I am to have my other child. Do I say this to you? Then why say it to me? I’ve buried my son do you seriously think I feel lucky?

6. It’s not healthy to cry in front of the kids? You’re wrong. It is perfectly healthy that she sees I’m sad her sister has died. When someone dies it’s normal to cry. What would not be normal would be for my children to grow up and think “I never even saw my Mom sad over Taylor’s death.” That would paint me in a light that would tell them it’s healthy to hide your emotions when obviously it’s not.

7. I have two children I don’t have one. If you want to ignore Taylor as my first born because he’s dead go for it but don’t do it for me. Two not One!

8. There are still some days, yes eight years on, that I still want to hide away from the world and take a break from pretending everything is oh so wonderful and I’m all better.

Please don’t just assume I’ve thrown in the towel, or worse, actually be so thoughtless as to wonder what’s wrong with me. I still know I’ve married the catch of the century and my daughter is gorgeously divine and I have a beautiful house, but I’m grieving.

It’s mentally exhausting, especially raising a teenage daughter and on top of that maintaining a strong and loving marriage. Unbeknownst to you, I’m dealing with not just my own grief, but my beautiful husbands and my daughters.

It would be nice if you congratulated me on the state of my family because keeping it together, stable and happy, has been hard work.

9. I did notice. To the friends and family that found the entire death and dealing with my sadness all too hard and held secret events behind our backs that were lied about, stopped inviting us to things we had always been included in and slowly ended our relationship thinking I didn’t notice.

I did notice. The only reason why I never said anything is because I’m not wasting my words on your shameful behaviour. I am thankful for something though – I didn’t waste any more time on people that were capable of such shallowness and cruelty. Please don’t fear. I would be the first one by your side if the same thing happened to you. That should give you some indication of how horrible it is.

10. Grieving for a child lasts until you see them again. It’s a lifetime. If you’re wondering how long your friend or family member might be grieving for, the answer is forever. Don’t rush them, don’t trivialise their sadness, don’t make them feel guilty for being sad and when they talk to you, open your ears and listen, really listen to what they’re telling you. It’s possible you’ll learn something. Don’t be so cruel as to give up on them remember it’s not about you it’s about them.

I’ve been left repeatedly heart broken as family members that I truly loved and never thought would walk away from me tossed me into the too hard basket or – more hurtfully – the crazy basket. Phone calls stopped, text messages stopped, comments on Facebook stopped and I get the same thing every time. “Sorry darling I’m just flat out tired”, “Let’s catch up soon” and “I miss you.” The list could keep going but I get it. I’m not the type of person either that is going to pursue a friendship I know the other person doesn’t want. Everyone has a conscience and thankfully I don’t have to live with theirs.

You would think there are a lot of articles that raise awareness of the awful process associated with grieving for a child, but even stories from other parents are a rarity. The sad reality is there just isn’t enough said or printed. You seldom hear through the media about grieving for a child and the impact their death has on all the various people involved.

It can destroy a marriage instantly, it can leave siblings hurt, confused and angry. Often siblings are too young to understand, they’re angry that their family is not the same and even angrier that they don’t recognize their parents. Losing their sibling is bad enough but so much more is lost for these siblings that is never recognized. I could count on one hand the amount of times I’ve been asked how my daughter is.

You might hear about the gory details surrounding a child’s death in the media but that’s about all. There should be so much more written about this topic, and additionally it should be talked about more openly than it is. I’m disappointed not just for me but for all the other grieving parents in society that this topic is met with so much fear and silence.

The bottom line is people are uncomfortable with the situation and I really don’t know why. My feelings tell me it is such an horrific thing that most people don’t want to know about it. Maybe they fear through knowing so much they might become obsessed with their own children dying. Parents worry enough about their children already. Do they really need the added worry about knowing how your child died?

Without question, my son Taylor dying suddenly has been the worst thing that has happened in my 50 years here on Earth. I doubt that anything in my future is going to top it. Actually, just between us, I beg and plead with God on a daily basis that nothing ever does top that experience, but the truth is I just don’t know.

I’m not a mind reader nor do I have a magic pair of glasses where I can see how the rest of my life will unfold. I just have to hope that nothing ever does, but I have a very real fear it will because it has actually already happened to me. I know without having to hold a psychology degree that having those fears is normal.


“I don’t think I would be able to survive something like it again.”

What I’ve endured, losing my sweet son, has been so unimaginably horrific that I don’t think I would survive something like it again.

What I have had to give emotionally to get through it has dwindled away all my mental strength – just like twenty cents pieces in a kid’s piggy bank.

I’m broke – not broken – I’m broke emotionally. I know all the energy I’ve needed over the last eight years has not just been spent on my grief for Taylor.

It’s been on trying to get my friends and family to understand what it’s like to walk in my shoes. I’m angry about that. When I should have been grieving, I was defending myself.

I’m probably very close to being as angry about that as I am about his death. I wish I wasn’t angry. Lord knows I don’t need another emotion but I don’t know how to not be angry, especially with some of the things that people have said and done to me. I talk and talk yet I’m often never actually heard.

I’m not sure if it’s a lack of literature around or perhaps that people simply don’t want to read it because it’s so awful and they don’t want to know someone they love and care about it experiencing so much agony. I personally know though, if I found out a family member or friend had been diagnosed with an illness or disease, or worse, their child, I would be on Google immediately finding out more about it and how I could help them the best. So why is it that this doesn’t seem to apply with the death of a child?

Most people just think they know. I find this extremely frustrating. The death of your child is the worst thing that can happen to a person, yet most feel educated enough to advise, to criticise, to lend their words of wisdom when they don’t know the first thing about it. Get over it? Why don’t we see if you could get over it first!
Most people wouldn’t know that when I meet someone new I instantly become uncomfortable and filled with dread. I know at any moment when I engage in conversation the question is going to arise about my family and how many children do I have? I would love not to have to tell them. Life would be a lot easier if I could take that path. However, I do have another child. His name is Taylor. He would now be 25 but he died when he was 17 years old. He isn’t lost – I know exactly where he is, he’s dead. 

Taylor was my first born and he deserves to be acknowledged just as much as my daughter. I’ve lied before saying I have only one child, but the guilt that follows me around for days on end is just simply not worth it. I can actually hear Taylor saying to me “don’t I matter anymore?” “Why were you too ashamed to talk about me?”

So personally for me, as much as I don’t want to tell someone I don’t personally know very well that my son is dead, the guilt of not acknowledging him is worse. I don’t have one child, I have two and my daughter is not my only daughter – I have a son as well. It’s pot luck what their reaction is going to be. There’s no telling what they’re going to say. You just have to close your eyes, cover your broken heart and hope they don’t plunge that knife further in.

If I could have my questions answered on why people give so much advice on a topic that they know so little about, it would really help me. What has surprised me so much since Taylor’s death is how little empathy there is in the world. Empathy to me is a no brainier. You just imagine you’re in the other persons shoes, simple yes? Apparently no. Just think how you would like to be treated and if you wouldn’t like it don’t do it. You never know what your life holds – one day it could be you wearing my shoes!

I hope this article about my personal thoughts and opinions helps at least one person understand to some degree what life is like for the bereaved parent ❤


Do not stand
at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds
that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the
morning's hush
I am the soft uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that
shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there.
I did not die.


I didn't know today would be our last
Or that I'd have to say goodbye to you so fast
I'm so numb, I can't feel anymore
Prayin' you'd just walk back through that door
And tell me that I was only dreamin'
You're not really gone as long as I believe

There will be another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me,
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question,
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight

You always made my troubles feel so small
And you were always there to catch me when I'd fall
In a world where heroes come and go
Well God just took the only one I know
So I'll hold you as close as I can
Longing for the day, when I see your face again
But until then

God must need another angel
Around the throne tonight
Your love lives on inside of me
And I will hold on tight
It's not my place to question
Only God knows why
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne tonight

Singin' hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I'm just jealous of the angels
Around the throne
Tonight  

Thought Provoking Idea Brings Me Back To Taylor

 By Kevin Hassett (Friend)


Ever since graduating college and moving into the business world I have become extremely interested in self-betterment by growing as a person and as a businessman. I have never been as interested in reading about certain business ideals and success' that I can emulate than this past year after attending a month long leadership class.

I have had a successful early business career by climbing the marketing ladder to become the youngest Director in my company. My reporting lines going directly to the founders whom are the CEO/CTO respectively, and having the task of managing marketing strategies of close to 50 people.

This is not meant as a way to show my influence or success but Taylor's, because I can honestly say I would not have gotten to where I am and where I am going if it wasn't for Taylor's influence.

I actually realized this today which is unbelievable so many years later after Taylor has passed.

I recently read a book called "The Go-Giver." It is a short parable describing how Giving without the expectations of receiving is one of the most powerful things one can do in business and in life. I think I learned this characteristic from two people: My father and Taylor.

Taylor used his positive attitude, charisma, generosity, and amenability to create a network of people who truly cared for his well-being in life and in work. The sky was the limit for this young man's potential in life until his accident cut short a great persons life.

I actually did not realize what the world had lost during the week of his death. I was selfishly consumed with my loss of a best friend.

Taylor would have went to an Ivy league school and most likely be working for the president or running a multi-million dollar business. The sky was the limit for Taylor and I did not realize that until recently.

I knew how bright, charismatic, and influential Taylor was but thinking about where he would be now has heights of success that I can't fathom at 25.

I encourage visitors of this site to read that book because the only thing you will be able to think about is Taylor.

This is meant as a thank you to Taylor for his tremendous influence on my life at such a young age.

Kevin

 

 

            R.I.P. TAYLOR WILLIAM BURGSTAHLER

 

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Is this really my life?   / Lori Burgstahler (Mother)
For those of you who are new to this journey, and for those who don't understand, but want to. This is for you: Rewritten by Lori Burgstahler Only a parent understands the powerful bond you have with your child; that absolute undying love you h...  Continue >>
Thought Provoking Idea Brings Me Back To Taylor   / Kevin Hassett (Friend)
Ever since graduating college and moving into the business world I have become extremely interested in self-betterment by growing as a person and as a businessman. I have never been as interested in reading about certain business ideals and success' ...  Continue >>
~OUR MEMORIES CARRY US THROUGH AS WE MOVE AHEAD~   / CATHY GIRAUD~MOM OF DAVID &. KEVIN ~. (ANOTHER GRIEVING MOM )
No words...   / Belle Butler (no relation )
I have no words that could ever give you peace... I so badly wish I did, but I don't. I can only say how terribly sorry I am for your loss. Days seem so much longer when you lose someone. God bless Taylor, and your family. Hugs to you all <3 Belle<...  Continue >>
Another Angel Mom   / Krissy Major (none)
This is a beautiful memorial you have in honor of your angel son Taylor. Reading your story and what happened to him brought tears to my heart n my eyes. The pain I know all to well as I too lost my wonderful son Jesse Trey on 2-6-12. Everything you...  Continue >>
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TAYLOR BURGSTAHLER MEMORIAL BASKETBALL SCHOLARSHIP CAMP  
To commemorate and celebrate Taylor's life, we have established a non-profit organization called, The Taylor Fund.  
This fund will be used to send several under privileged  children who love basketball as much as Taylor did, to a Professional Basketball Camp for a week!


 These camps feature professional players, coaches and past stars helping kids learn about the fundamentals - and fun - involved in playing the game that Taylor enjoyed so much.

 Lori and Brooke will help select the recipients of these scholarships each year working closely with the 
the Big Brothers/Big Sisters of America 

Ten lucky kids got to attend the 2006 Phoenix Suns Basketball Camp!
This is a huge event for these kids.
Knowing someone cares makes a big impact on these children! 

Each child is provided with transportation to and from the camp, overnight accomodations, a team practice jersey, a gym bag stuffed to the brim with clothes, sneakers, video games, a leather basketball, inspirational books, a digital camera and much more!

Please visit the Taylor Fund to learn how you can help.
Popular High School Athlete Loses Life in Tragic Accident  


       
Taylor “Iceburg” Burgstahler drowned on July 17, 2005 when he lost his footing while hiking  in Tonto National Forest and tumbled over 100 yards, hit his head and fell 30 feet into the Blue Ridge Reservoir near Flagstaff, Arizona.  He was on an overnight camping trip with two friends, on his last weekend in
Arizona before moving with his family to Pittsburgh, PA.
 


Taylor William Burgstahler was known by many as the “kid who could get along with everyone,” according to several of his friends.  A junior at Desert Mountain High School in Scottsdale, Arizona he excelled in both academics and athletics. 

Taylor was an outstanding scholar who was enrolled in the International Baccalaureate Program (a highly rigorous academic program recognized throughout the world) at DMHS.  He was also the Junior Class President and an elected member of the Student Government where he helped to develop the schools extracurricular activity programs (such as Wolfstock,Sultans of Rock, prom, Rock Revelation,and Battle of the Bands) and to promote school spirit within Desert Mountain high school.



Taylor also played JV and Varsity basketball at Desert Mountain High School and had been a team Captain. Taylor was known for his eclectic tastes in music and played the drums on occasion.  He loved to expose his friends to various types of music.  Everything from the obscure Aquabats, to SKA, country, Christian, Klezmer,  Frank Sinatra and rap.
Taylor volunteered his services to the American Red Cross, several fund raising walks, and coached a youth basketball program at
the Boys and Girls Club of Scottsdale, Arizona.


He recently scored in the TOP 5 percent on the new SAT and had several top universities showing interest in awarding him scholarships. Although he had discussed the possibility of attending a smaller school so that he could play basketball for the university. He had recently returned from the 2005 American Legion Arizona Boys State at NAU where he had been elected Senator of Hunt County. Taylor was an Ambassador of People to People, and was also recognized as An All-American Scholar of the United States Achievement Academy for History and Government four years in a row.  He was planning to accept his invitation to the 2005 Congressional Student Leadership Conference in Washington, D.C.  He was also asked to attend the 2005 National Youth Leadership Forum on Law in Washington D.C. and the National Youth Leaders Conference also in DC.   
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Taylor had moved frequently with his family and had learned to make friends fast. Naturally humble, and blessed with a jovial personality and wonderful sense of humor, people were quickly drawn to him. He also attended Maryvale Intermediate School in Cheektowaga, New York, Swift Creek Middle School and The Millwood School in Midlothian, Virginia before moving to Arizona. 
 
Taylor will be missed dearly by his grieving family which consists of his father, mother Lori, sister Brooke, and several aunts, uncles and cousins.  A celebration of Taylor’s life was held for friends and family at The Highlands in Scottsdale, Arizona on July 22, 2005. Well over 700 people attended.
                                                                 

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