Taylors Helping Hands is a charitable organization dedicated to the memory of Taylor E Cothran.

  2 Corinthians 1:2-4 "Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Churst, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God."(NIV)


Home Moms Blog October 11, 2010

October 11, 2010

Today, 3 years ago, my dear son, Taylor left this world for home. What a day. Last night, I knew he was gone really. But the official word wouldn't come until Oct 11 at about 10:30am. The "death test", the official series of tests that no matter what you think, what you want, what you beleive- means nothing. The final test, taking you off the respirator, waiting for a breath on your own. The 2 doctors wait for 8 minutes, I think, to see if you can just breathe. Something so simple, an involuntary response, we do it everyday.

But as everyone expected, no breath.

 "Time of death..." it's called and it's official.

So, within a couple of hours, we signed paperwork for organ donation, mom calling the mortuary of choice to come and get her firstborn grandson and proceed with the cemetary to find a spot. Things grandmas arent' supposed to do.

Drive home from Columbia, quiet, leaving behind our son, alone while the coroner, medical examiners and the team to collect his precious heart, kidneys, corneas were assembled. I didn't want to leave, but I knew he was gone, and things needed to be done, things I hadn't thought about- ever.

Waiting on us at home were our 2 doggies, who we hadn't seen in a week. Jumping and kissing and loving, Tom and I just laid on the floor rolling around crying and loving Tulip and Teddy. Tulip, Taylor's dog, it was so hard to look at her. He loved her so much. Unconditionally, just like she loved him.

Then, Fenton, the preacher, along with the person who plans funerals at the house. All in just a few hours.

What day, time, songs, people to participate, what to say... things to be done.

Caskets to pick out, plots to choose, clothes to wear, details you just do, all in a few hours.

Things changed this past week 3  years ago, all in a few hours, that lasted a lifetime.

 

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Story by Taylor - "A Lesson Learned the Hard Way"

Dad was dropping off the kids of the carpool. “I am supposed to go home with Kevin.” I said, but Dad said that those plans had changed because something had come up. I was really mad with my dad because I had planned to spend the day with my friends, and I thought that he was keeping me at home to do yard work or something silly. Then when we got home he said that Carter had died.
Carter was my mom’s dad and my grandfather. He had cancer before and they had to cut off his leg. Ever since then he had to use a wheelchair. He had to live in a small apartment house after he got divorced from my grandmother. So as you can see his life wasn’t very bright and sunshiny. They say he died peacefully on his couch.
I hardly ever saw him. I would even make excuses when I got a chance to see him just to be with my friends. I will always remember the time on his birthday when we went out to The Clock and had burgers. He was so happy even though all this bad stuff had happened to him. I miss him so much. I know now to always love the ones that love you, because if you don’t they might not be there tomorrow.
Taylor Cothran
Taylor was almost 12 years old when he wrote this for a class in February, 2001.  Taylor's grandfather, Carter L. Bishop, died on February 8, 2001.