It was our little puppypants’ (Gully) birthday today. He died in January ’22. Funny that Tay died in December. Bookends to 2022. And today is also 6 months after Tay died. Also funny. The universe is trippy! 1st 2 pics are Karys and Tay with Gullywogs. 3rd is Karys and her husband Steve. Then me at the cottage with Gully (with his homey bandana on!). The next is Jord napping. Then Tay with Gully. We all adored that little damn…
My son, Taylor, was a deeply kind, gentle, scary smart, empathic, old soul. He was a massive introvert, had many exceptionalities, and was also a highly sensitive person (HSP) with both high risk and high pain thresholds. Tay was born Sunday September 11th, 1988, just after 3 in the morning. I had a healthy pregnancy with no health concerns. I went into labour just after Saturday Night Live started at 11:30. I remember pacing back and forth walking through contractions…
Many historical events related to loss, trauma, and significant relationships are part of the lived experiences that inform me. Critically reflecting upon, analyzing, making sense of, and moving on from those experiences was work I was actively involved in with my therapist the past several years. Recently, two more life events served as the final impetus that brought me to this space. My youngest son, Taylor, died suddenly on Saturday December 17, 2022. He was 34. My partner of several…
Thank you all for being here today to show your love for Taylor and support for all of us grieving his loss. The demonstration of love and support means a lot to us. Taylor would have loved to have seen you all. He would be touched and humbled by the love shared here and over the past several weeks. And he would feel bad for putting us through this pain. Quite honestly, I thought that the next time I would…