I will jump into this also. First of all, my name is Holly and I am a 35 y/o wife and mother. The day I got the "dreaded" call I was at work--I am an RN--and I work as a unit manager at a long term care home. Whenever my girlfriend and I have had to call each other at work we have always said "it is not an emergency". That day she did not say that.
I struggle and move forward for Taylor's sister-Mandee(13) and his little brother-Alex (7). My husband works for the highway department and struggles with us. I also move forward for some other very important family members--my girlfriend and her husband (who was with Taylor when the accident happened), and their 3 kids.
Somethings that have helped me get through have been the kids here. Taylor's friends have kept him a big part of them and their class. His buddy even put his button (picture) inside his tux jacket for the winter formal so that Tay was their with them. I have also had the misfortune of being able to assist two people I have known for quite some time get through struggles similar to mine. One lost her son in a fire as he was saving a little boy and one lost her grandson to an unexpected asthma attack. Oddly enough this has helped strengthen me. It will always be hard, and I will always miss him but, his legacy does live on through others. I told my girlfriends husband that although I miss him I do celebrate the way he went---with someone he loved as family and respected, doing something he loved, not knowing the tree was coming toward him and never having any fear or pain.
God Bless All Forever,
Holly Nelson
