One Love DAT Always & 4-Eva

As I rushed home from a long, hard day at work to see my little baby girl, the phone rang. I turned the radio down and heard nothing but tears, cries, sobbing. The mumbles of my mothers voice was making me upset, worried, and frustrated. The panic in her voice put a horrid feeling in my gut and at that moment I knew something horrible had happened. She screamed, "Dougie was in a bad car accident." The details of the accident were imagined because it was a ways away from home and no one could give us exact details over the phone.

He had gone to Rochester with some friends for what other reason than to get into trouble, I don't know. He wasn't supposed to go on that trip. He was supposed to stay home and for some reason he wanted to go. Four guys headed to stay the night there. Partying was involved, drugs and alcohol. They were up all night and thought it was smart to drive home the next afternoon. My brother asked to drive but the guy wouldn't let him. He was in the passenger seat, two of his friends were in the back and the guy that wasn't really even good friends with him drove. My brother was sleeping. Along with everyone else. They were so tired, sun beating on this hot July day. Driver falls asleep going sixty miles an hour, swerving directly towards a flat bed truck broke down on the side of the highway. It just had to be there. That day. The small vehicle hit the flat bed so hard destroying the passenger side where my brother and his friend were sitting. Bodies were hanging out of the smashed windows, jaws of life had the hardest time getting my brother out. The scene was horrific.

As I drove to meet my mother, sisters and others, I knew deep in my gut my brother was one of the guys killed. At this point we were just hearing that 2 of the 4 got killed and although I heavily prayed that it wasn't him, I knew it was. His life was taken because of a stupid decision and he left us to hurt so bad. I never question the good Lord why he took my brother. I already knew. My heart bled for him more than anyone could ever imagine. I should have saved him. Not in the sense that I should have been there to get him out of the car but I should have rescued him from the life he was living.

He came to me numerous times for help. I let him stay with us, gave him rides, talked to him but it wasn't good enough. I took him to a place one night to drop him off and before he got out of the car, we cried, prayed and talked about everything. I asked him if he prayed and he said he didn't know how. I taught him. We accepted Jesus Christ into our hearts and prayed that he'd lead the way. Which is why I have no doubts that he's in a better place. Not long after that prayer did the accident happen. I believe my brother asked to be taken. The mother of his child was being difficult and more than anything he tried to be a good father. I think he just got fed up and drugged his life away.

Today is your Birthday Brother. Your 28 yrs old today. Your smile will never leave my mind, your bold brown eyes will never stop watching over us. As I gaze into the clouds, your sweet cheeks just give me that Doug look.

There is not a single day that goes by that I don't think of you. It's fresh as day. You sit in my passenger seat and sing songs on the radio with me when we cruise down the street. Just you and me. You walk beside me down these streets......

You'll always and forever be our ONE LOVE D.A.T

R.I.P Sweetie

My Mom puts an ad in the newspaper every year!

Douglas Taylor

In Loving Memory
of My Son
Douglas A. Taylor
5/27/82 - 7/23/02
May was always our month. Now I have to do it all alone. You would be 28 years young today. I miss you more than anyone could possibly know. You are always in our thoughts and in my heart. The pain of losing you will never go away.
Forever your Mom