Friday, March 16, 2018

To friends at Facebook: (Taylor's dad, Vince and mom

Kitty Kelso Happily most people will never feel this kind of pain. Is that the right word even? I got one of those knocks in the middle of the night. My son didn't commit suicide and I didn't get to ever see him after his motorcycle hit the back of an 18 ft. trailer with no lights, stopped dead on the highway - it was toting a ditch witch machine with 100 large sharp blades on it. It happened at dusk when a pair of required sun glasses made seeing clearly impossible. I knew the coroner and his office staff from the work I had done at the hospital. The coroner would not let me go to him after six hrs of having him laying by the side of the road under a white sheet. It was going to be a lawsuit for sure they assumed, then his body was transferred to the hospital and I was notified. I cried and pleaded with the coroner over the phone, I even yelled at him. I couldn't imagine not holding him one last time. I am so terribly sorry for your unbearable pain - that lasts a lifetime. Reliving the last few moments of our children's lives that were so tragic goes on and on no matter how many good memories and pictures I have close by. I did get to open the bottom of my son's casket at the funeral home just before he was buried. I stuffed his pockets with so many personal things of mine and of his, along with his ball glove and his four all star pins. my small necklace with my cross that I had around my neck since high school, pictures of family in happy times - it was like I was trying to go with him. I held his hands. They were cold, so I held them until I thought they were warmer....It's been almost 25 years...yet I feel this pain daily, as you do Taylor's - your's and your dear wife's. I am so glad that you had each other and that you got to be with Taylor at the hospital - in some horrible way it was a blessing. Saying goodbye is a blessing... I will include you three in my prayers, as I pray often. Kitty Kelso

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