tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124807889066087442024-02-02T09:39:09.271-08:00Christian Taylor FoundationI started this Foundation for my son Christian William Micheal Taylor who took his life on 31 May 2010, after being extensively bullied and even told to "Go ahead and commit suicide and get it over with" I miss my son and now its my mission in life to bring awareness to all the schools that bullying is NEVER ok...Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-78189374475828600872018-04-23T06:57:00.001-07:002018-04-25T11:32:35.169-07:00Suicide was actually premeditated murder<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;">Ok so apparently with the lengths you are going to conceal the murder of our son which includes getting people my son thought were friends to help you and your girlfriend cover up the premeditated murder of my son Christian Taylor and includes Alec Vigil,Nikki Dorer,Sam Bean,Jeff Morder,your drug dealer Zeke,Christian’s younger sister Katelynn and a few others let them see what can happen by aiding you in covering up what you did to my son and It almost worked but you were bu</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #1d2129; display: inline;">sted when your crackwhore let it slip about what you said that day that turned the whole thing on its head and show the premeditated acts you did/are still doing to cover it up and sadly to say your about as dumb as a box of rocks because you involved a minor </span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;">that you are in no way shape for form related to you and have continuously encouraging her to be mouthy and disrespectful to her mom and even after her mother told her to not speak for her </span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;">EVER again you being </span></span></i></span><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;">so deseperate to get away with his murder your dragging her down with you like you are everyone else which is great for me and sucks for you because now the Feds will have no choice but to take the case over and your BFF Sheriff Diggs and his lackies will not only lose the case due to his good ole boy club BS BUT the Feds have no choice but to take over because of one teeny tiny blunder on your part.</span></span></i><br />
<i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;"> OK MASSIVE Blunder and I plan on </span></span></i><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;">pushing for every single moron that helped you cover up and hide the fact that you committed premeditated murder and have done everything possible to hide it and I mean EVERYONE that’s gone above and beyond to help you hide his murder be charged with the EXACT same charges your facing as well and that will include our daughter as well and not family living in house or not and your Boy Sheriff Diggs will have to explain to his constituants why there is a multimillion dollar lawsuit against his department for the death of Christian Taylor that will</span></span></i><i style="font-family: georgia, "times new roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; color: #1d2129;"> only be settled when you and your cronies are prosecuted for my son’s premeditated murder and believe you me when I say I have more than enough evidence to convict every one of ya’ll 2 faced lying twits,my son thought you were his friends but you only want to help Kevan whom is a lazy homeless POS Christian had more integrity in his pinky than you’ll ever have in your entire body!.....</span></span></i><br />
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Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-36501114019766137582018-04-23T05:58:00.002-07:002018-04-23T05:59:45.698-07:00Suicide or Murder? You tell me.What do you think?<br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I find it totally in distaste that you ,who had not been <span style="font-size: large;">inv<span style="font-size: large;">olved in Christian's life since 0<span style="font-size: large;">6, publically claim you knew your son, NO you did not KNOW who he was OR what he was about,you sent a 6'<span style="font-size: large;">3" teen carpenter pants and he had been wearing skinny jeans for over 2 years,He loved raising money for the Ronald McDonald house,Do you kno<span style="font-size: large;">w the names of his best friends<span style="font-size: large;"> or his girlfriend ? Do you know what music he listened to? what coll<span style="font-size: large;">ege he wanted to attend? What he wanted to do for his career? Who his fave Auntie and Uncle <span style="font-size: large;">were?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> So stop <span style="font-size: large;">trying to act like you kn<span style="font-size: large;">ew him when he nev<span style="font-size: large;">er refered to <span style="font-size: large;">you <span style="font-size: large;">after you broke his heart by saying you were too busy to drive to spartanburg after I had driven ALL the way from Killeen,but no worries they had a ball at sharon and<span style="font-size: large;"> mikes.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh and I never talked to you about that Christ<span style="font-size: large;">mas break He did and he made the arrangements and<span style="font-size: large;"> then when he called you from Spartanburg YO<span style="font-size: large;">U told HIM you didnt have time!!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And he <span style="font-size: large;">had the right<span style="font-size: large;">s to be pissed off<span style="font-size: large;">! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I also find it in poor taste that you public<span style="font-size: large;">ally post that I am sue happy,but then<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>your wife </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span><i> <span style="font-size: large;">put<span style="font-size: large;"> it </span></span><span style="font-size: large;">publicly</span> I wonder i<span style="font-size: large;">f his dad was on it, Well DUH Moron, he as your son of course y<span style="font-size: large;">ou were!<span style="font-size: large;"> She also lied</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> saying chris need<span style="font-size: large;">ed help he had problems with his schoolwork<span style="font-size: large;"> and I did nothing,Christian was on an IEP since 2001 and I had attended a meeting 3 weeks prior to his death about the kids that were harrassing Christian in school I had multiple meetings and conversations about <span style="font-size: large;">the bullying!</span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">And<span style="font-size: large;"> further more Christian DID NOT DIE because o<span style="font-size: large;">f me, you couldn't <span style="font-size: large;">say that to my face because y<span style="font-size: large;">ou know damn well I would've throttled your ass AND further more when you sai<span style="font-size: large;">d it Trist<span style="font-size: large;">an was <span style="font-size: large;">listening and then the coward you are you hung up<span style="font-size: large;">,BUT No matter how pis<span style="font-size: large;">sed of<span style="font-size: large;">f or angry at you I would never tell you that,<span style="font-size: large;">when you sai<span style="font-size: large;">d you put <span style="font-size: large;">your scum<span style="font-size: large;">bag self right into the sa<span style="font-size: large;">me g<span style="font-size: large;">roup as the the kids that bullied Christian.your a jerk and you blame every<span style="font-size: large;">thing on me,nice try I kno<span style="font-size: large;">w what I did and I know what YOU didnt do ,So stop telling people you knew Christian, ANDY kn<span style="font-size: large;">ew hi<span style="font-size: large;">m not you !</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-4904487513474712852016-01-21T13:52:00.000-08:002016-03-14T07:26:09.174-07:00Why everyone is done with William.<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;">William seems to think that he is more important in the family than his other siblings in his family and that he can speak to me in a disrespectful manner treating everyone like crap when infact he can not and everyone in the family is </span><span style="font-family: "georgia", "times new roman", serif;">done with his crap</span><span style="font-family: georgia, times new roman, serif;">,and yet he continues to lie ,allow his bitch to call me a kunt,yes she need not attend college because she doesn't know how to spell a simple 4 letter word what she needs to do is head back to high school and learn how to spell the right way because when you call someone a cunt but spell it kunt is makes you look like exactly what you are,an idiot whom hasn't grown into her big girl panties!,His bitch needs to be muzzled, as long as she runs her mouth screaming in the background to let him speak to his dad, when infact he doesn't want to speak to William due to the bullshit William has caused, now His bitches father may think William is telling the truth about everything but hey intelligence is an obvious lacking component in that family and when the real William comes out and it will,THEY like everyone else that William is a liar ,self embellisher. William can NOT even be trustworthy which is the very reason I refused to let my husband cosign because William is not a trustworthy person and he would fuck his dad over in a heartbeat ,just as he did to Tristan, when he borrowed money and never paid it back which is why when he tried conning Gregg out of money Tristan called him and let him know what William had done to him and that indeed William was NOT homeless but lying to get money causing Gregg to be extremely pissed that he would lie to him to get money but it didn't surprise me ,I knew he would .</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i>What he doesn't get is no one wants to talk to him because everyone is done with the lies he tells , extreme lies he post online such as he races 450 Motocross with a 300 EX that hasn't been outfitted to race and has not run since 2012 and he brags on his snapchat in 2014 when moved to South Carolina as the picture where he stated his bike is dirty,it isn't ,and he hasn't ridden it since 2012 in Anthony NM where he killed it after a day of riding and we (his parents ) have not had the money to fix it and it is still sitting in my garage .</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i> while living in VA after Christians suicide He and his older brother Tristan would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night never realizing their Uncle Mike was smoking across the street hidden watching them go out the window and leave running the roads in the middle of the night at ages way to young to be and the lesson learned could've caused them to lose their freedom forever if not for myself and my husband.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i> In our family we don't just abandon people unless there is an obvious reason where just a small action won't help,and small actions have gone over his head,your in my home you act like you have sense and be respectful ,you ignore that then punishment is issued punishment doesn't help then you had better be prepared because the checks your mouth is writing can't be cashed with your ass and now you have put yourself in a corner started yourself a pity party crying oh poor poor me they just left me ,won't talk to me and I don't know why.... BULLSHIT you know why ,and your dealings as an ignorant disrespectful brat (if your momma was alive she would've kicked your ass all OVER for talking the way you have AND she would've straightened out your bitch for being just as disrespectful,and hear this anything she says makes her look like the stupid little disrespectful person she is and you both can say you didn't email or anything but it shows her email addy ,so STOP CONTACTING US, WE DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO YOU! YOU HAVE A FAMILY with Keith there will be NOTHING coming from this family You buried yourself when you made threats in emails and played the boohoo game change your name grow a beard join the Military (which won't happen when they run your background ) do WHATEVER we are DONE with you!!!! can you get that and stop telling people we just left you, you had moved out you were 18 you were told to stop the behavior you didn't so now the GI bill is in use by someone who DESERVES it and did so by showing they had what it took to be a productive citizen and family member oh and take the MMI certificates down, you are no longer accepted there because you have no way to pay for it a problem that you and ONLY you caused !</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: large;"><i> I really do not care how much you lie about me or whatever you decide to lie about (EXCEPT when it comes to my son's 300EX if I keep seeing it, I will continue to call you out right along with Tristan ,Gregg,and Faith even though the lie is laughable and the dude was so stupid to believe it,you will NOT DISRESPECT MY SON's MEMORY or their brothers memory ,your not his brother your just a jackass that passed through his life ! </i></span><br />
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Hey dad just wanna say you broke a promise the promise you made to me and my mom I just wanna say now I'm living on the streets I hope it's nice knowing that.... And I just wanna say thank you for messing up my everything my hope and dream to become a motorcycle mechanic and Ik my mom is mad at you, you promised to a<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;">lways take care of us and you leave me stranded. Thanks very much pops thanks very fucking much dad........</span></div>
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AND <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100001405260467" href="https://www.facebook.com/themisfitc" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Tristan Taylor</a> you can verify this the first real paying job wasn't until Walterboro,Me ?? really bitch like raising your fucking ass was easy ,this also goes back to Anthony when you and Gregg were talking about moving and all he would say is he would be happy when HE turned 18 and could move out.....Everyone in the house was happy he moved out....This one right here pissed dad off BIG TIME!!! He has her family eating up all the lies ,but it is seeming to be unraveling on its own Karma exist ,but I will say this ,He will NEVER move back in with us EVER so if it goes south he can tap his mom's side cuz this shit is not going to happen ANYMORE... Oh and yes PLEASE DO IT WITHOUT DAD.......We are still waiting for that bullshit to happen, and I am willing to bet it won't Will talks a good game but doesn't ever seal the deal!</div>
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Lazy really I'm not lazy and yeah my dad had an heart attack but yet know one could contact me and let me know fuck you Lisa let me talk to my dad he wants to talk to me and don't worry Lisa you should be going to court very soon keep drinking your beer and your gonna die and tbh I can't wait because I want my dad back</div>
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Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-12210948943091236762014-10-19T22:04:00.001-07:002014-10-19T22:10:05.623-07:00Missing you<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Oh poppi,</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I wish you,my gorgeous Italian son was here, doing the things we were suppose to do on your 21st BD,but your not and it doesnt make me love you anyless.... You were my sweet loving Italian sweetheart of a son and someone took all the years I taught you about life away in 5 short months...You could've kicked their asses in a new york second,Ive seen you do it but due to my golden rule you did not want to fight....</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> So Handsome and So Loving and so missed......</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Live today as if it is your last day....</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrXIQQ8PeRs&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BOrxAgak4da4KtPfqNRUXF</span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-17944234379592261452014-07-14T23:29:00.001-07:002014-07-14T23:29:54.916-07:00My Love,My son.....<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> My love,My son.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I love you so much and I miss you so much more!</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">You were Hunter's Bestie and Faith's loving Big Brother!</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Our lives have turned so upside down and I cant stop my heart from</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">breaking every day.</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> I hope you are ok and you know I love you and miss you I hope Nanna and Pappaw are there and taking care of you and your Uncle Adam is there smiling at the brazen nephew he never got to meet......</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">I love you forever more</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: purple;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love Mum.... </span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-14271941513688813672014-03-31T03:23:00.004-07:002014-05-29T00:55:18.302-07:00The Hardest things.<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The hardest things about Christian's death, are the struggle with the
question ,Who would he have become with my guidance in his life?</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">(I think
I did ok,except for teaching him to sustain from physical
confrontation,I wish I had told him to kick their asses) He was so
talented as a boarder and was a sponsored boarder in Killeen by his skate
store and his wild dedication to the sport and had met many pro and
non-pro boarders on Hood.....</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Missing his morning kiss on the cheek
,quick hug and I love you Mom on the way out the door to school AND
seeing how he was with his baby sister and brother and had no problem
showing he loved them.! thats not all there are more but those are the
top reasons when you lose your child to bullying it is not a natural death or an accident no childs death is ok.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I loved you then I love you still Always have and always will.....</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Never can I be at peace, your silence speaks volumes in our family,the way you loved and were loved is missed and I will never stop fighting... </span></span></i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-71540104972801477772014-02-24T03:35:00.000-08:002014-02-24T03:37:45.339-08:00Wow Tomorrow..............<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;">Wow, Tomorrow it is a big day for myself,William and Faith, tomorrow we will go to a meeting at a local ISD here and ask to be put on an official list for the Anti-Bullying week to talk to kids for my kids to talk to kids so that those kids who are my kids age can see openly the heartbreak our loss really is, Christian was more than my son and their brother, they miss him just like I do and it is hard to believe they all don't have the same blood going through their veins ,we all miss his laughter and his smile,his hugs and I love you's , his drive to wait in line to get Black Ops which comes out on his Birthday every year 5November! I can still remember his Buddy in Killeen Ryan(don't be fooled by his huge frame for he is very nice and sweet and Ryan was Christian's ride on 4Nov2009 to get the game we had paid for which was all he wanted for his 16th BD.....</span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"> I hope all goes well tomorrow, I hope the answer is the one I wanted but for now I will just head to bed and go to sleep....ear infection and all... </span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-61398566649578102572014-02-24T03:32:00.000-08:002014-05-29T00:54:07.588-07:00This is ME ........Missing you...........<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hey Love,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>I sure miss you.....thinking of the man you'de have become by now and how fun we would've had......How handsome and sweet you would be,the woman you love would've changed and maybe just maybe you still would come up to me in front of your friends an still said "Hey Mom I love you" and give me a hug and kiss my cheek like you always did,no matter who was around.....</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>and now This is Me,Missing YOU!</i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-45552027963579418582013-10-10T01:23:00.000-07:002014-02-24T03:34:08.542-08:00<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hey my love,</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Been thinking about you today, your birthday is coming up we know what we want to do , I am missing you alot lately, I am super pissed the school didnt do anything but on the bright side they passed the bill 1871 in Virginia the bill they worked on after your death, I am glad its been passed though it needed to be passed and Ross,Evan,Michael and Brian had been held accountable for the part they played the LARGE part they played in your death, I would love to confront them better yet, I would love for your siblings to be able to show them all the pain they instilled in this family, and funny thing is...its amazing how how something will turn someone in a heartbeat!! </span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I love you most and I miss you mostest.....Hug Emme and Chleo and play on with all the kids you've met I hope your flying free of pain and skating on the best of boards and parks....</span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Love forever</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mum... </span></span></i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-76622765364216705492013-08-25T06:50:00.001-07:002013-08-25T06:50:08.521-07:00Helping someone who inserted herself in my life when I needed her.<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">As a mother of a child who died due to bullying it is very hard to deal with, shortly after my son died and it hit the media, I recieved a letter from a woman in North Carolina,She didnt know me and I didnt know her but we did have something in common, she also had a child that was bullied and that was where our simmularities ended, and I got to meet that gorgeous young adult and her name is Brooke and is a very special young lady.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Cristy apologized in the letter and was very nervous ,when I got her mail asking if I would speak at the 1st Anti-Bullying rally there was no hesitation I said yes immediatly and told her I will be there and this becomes a friendship with an unbreakable bond.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now just recently a person who was big part of her life and her families life just passed away due to a car accident and she is starting her journey of the loss of this amazing young man(and he was AMAZING) this loss is hitting her very hard and it is very emotionally challenging her senses and all the mood swings, the I wish I had one more second to tell him I love him.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> To those who havent lost a child to bullying or actually anything else,this is how you feel from the minute you are informed of the death of your loved one, the breathe has been knocked out of you disbelief and heartbreak and then your legs give out and all you can do is cry hysterically it doesnt make sense you just saw them,and your world takes a nose dive.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"> To Cristy I am so sorry, I am here and lean on me.. </span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Much love to you and his family also...</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Lisa </span></span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-89020084781663722752013-08-18T04:59:00.001-07:002014-02-24T03:38:13.028-08:00Another Mom's loss.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Another mother has lost a precious son, He didn't die due to bullying,but none the less her son is gone and her pain is just beginning, I met this mother in 2010 when asked to be a keynote speaker at KABS Anti-bullying rally Cristy Price Reese.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I know I cannot take away from her grief but I do want her to know my heart breaks for her and her family members and the rest of the family that was in Austins life he was very special to alot of people and dealing with this type of loss over the next few months will be hard for them and I hope they know, they will never be far from my thoughts, even though I dont have all the answers, I do have shoulders that can help them carry the pain of his death.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> As parents we always want the best for our kids and when something happens that takes them from the "planned" life we have in mind it is very painful and all those dreams vanish.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> To Austins family I am so sorry, I met you when my pain was fresh in my mind but you were there, unwaivering and steady and I believe that when Austin crossed over my son was there to meet him and I am here.....just ask if you need to.</span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lisa </span></span></i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-57015674146857822432013-08-12T05:59:00.000-07:002014-06-08T03:53:43.715-07:00Life Lessons<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>I sit here thinking about my son, and how people not in my immediate family or even just per chance I cross their path in </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>my life,My life now with a very important piece of my puzzle missing.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> You feel you have the right to interject your opinion on my</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>life and tell me I need to "get over" Christian's death its been </i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>over 3 years I have a family to take care of etc etc etc.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> So now I am going to "interject" MY RIGHT to tell you to go</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>to hell, if you are not a permanent fixture in my life then move on and shut UP, unless you have lost a child to bullying (which by far in my opinion exceeds more than a natural death) if your child died due to illness, you had time to prepare for it, I had no time,except</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>walking into his room the 20 steps from my room to his after hearing "I dont know how long he's been there"?!?!?!</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> Bullying in todays society has become vile,hostile and way beyond mean,our kids are being told that the world would be a better place without them,they are called names and assaulted physically and mentally and all the while the school staff turn their heads and ignore what is going on in their schools, I give a rats ass if they are under paid or have to many students they shouldnt have become a teacher or admin at a school, but they did and there is by far NO GOOD excuse to let bullying happen in front of them as it did to my son, who when Ross decided to make a scene in the hall in front of the office, my son was told by one of the AP's to come to her office and my son's response was Yes Ma'am all while Ross Tombs was screaming and making a scene this happened AFTER I met with the school and they said they would protect my son.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> So My son was being blatantly bullied IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL and MOST OF THE ADMINISTRATION witnesses galore and yet they still had no proof just 2 written statements , One from Christian's friend Alec and low and behold one from Christian detailing what Ross,Evan,Michael and Brian(yes there was a 4th student I never knew about until we went to trial and what I heard made me physically ill the administraters admitted they did nothing,nada jacksh*t and what makes me more angry than before is Karen Farringer was in the hallway the day Ross Tombs went off on Christian in a tirade and she did NOTHING except ask my son to go with her to her office which he did saying Yes Maam being repectful, the way I brought him up,some time after that Ross had to be escorted out of the offices because he was so rude and refused to leave, this wasnt Ross's first rodeo either he was well known at Grafton high school he was a regular bully and had no problem telling people they should die or sit in the corner and cut themselves throw food at people and never did anyone who had the power to hold him accountable for his actions step in at ANY TIME throughout his years at Grafton High school.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> When school started in September Ross moved on to another member of my family, Christian's older brother Gregg who was all sorts of excited about graduating with his cousin Christina but when Ross started messing with Gregg he decided to quit his SR year and he did and we moved.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> As you start a new school year remember this.</i></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>See it,report it,hear it,report it,witness it REPORT IT! if they ignore it tell another and another until someone does something and if a friend says something about taking their life tell someone I would much rather have a friend whom is mad at me but alive than a friend who I will never be able to talk to again.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Day by Day is how I make it,my heart is shattered for Christian had the world in the palm of his hand and 4 people took him from us with words and in my opinion that is Murder by proxy... </i></span></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-58210986388770311692013-07-18T02:19:00.001-07:002013-07-18T04:53:48.940-07:00Goodbye Sweetheart GoodBye. In Memory of Becky Ann Johnson!<br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Goodbye Sweetheart, I hope you met Christian at the pearly gates, I hope he welcomed you with a hug and you told him about when we were kids, you were younger but you hung around .</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> I heard you found love, I am happy for you I hope you 2 are together now kickin it with Christian his Uncle Stevie, another loved soul we lost way to soon. I hope every breath you take is easy and free, you sure showed the doctors " she might see the age of 18 but we dont think so" I guess you got the last laugh at them, I am proud of you I really am you saw 39 and for someone with Cystic Fibrosis you were blessed and I am estatic for you, Sorry I was never home, I dont like going home, My family and My life was some where else Where ever the Army told us to go, And my family they are (when I am not with My sister Sharon and BIL Mike) my friends from our Army family, A family is who we choose to let in, my thoughts never strayed from you and I called you a few times wishing I could be there to see you , I have great memories of you your brother and mom in Canada having picnics watching the fireworks at the cove by our home in Canada, Riding my bike all the way to the house in Machias only to ride BACK over into Canada and that was a longggggggg ride...lol </span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Spending the 4th with you guys and our family I don't think there was a week I wouldn't see you and that flashy smile for everyone the bright hello , how are you.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hear your mom joined you and I hope that the baby she once held was there once again to see her into heaven, He changed alot since she saw him, 6'4"Gorgeous Black Hair and my blue eyes, I know he is flying free with all of the others who were bullied so bad the only way out was the permanent way out, We've had several new Angels join him in the past 30 days and another mother's heart breaks and starts the trip (a very long trip even 3 years later I am still on this trip) to learning how to survive, how to not want to scream and collapse because a very large part of her has been taken by a hostile schooling system where no one cares except the friends and families.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> You tell Chris all about the fun we had , but you can leave out all the parts about the trouble we got into well maybe I got into...lol I hope every breath is easy and you and mom see everyone we lost.</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Know this Babygirl, You sure showed them, Im proud of you did it with flair! So Hug my son and let him know I love and miss him like crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzy and that I understand I just wish the ending was different...</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Becky Ann Johnson October 17,1972-November 19,2011 </span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> Joyous Friend, Who Officially showed Doctors that </span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">having Cystic Fibrosis doesn't always mean you can't see 39! <3 </span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-34912240001812279292013-07-15T23:40:00.000-07:002013-07-21T23:27:04.641-07:00Expectations Parents have when sending their children to school!<br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As every parent believes with reasonable rationalization, that when send my kids to school, the staff hired to work there is to keep our children safe while they are in their school because everyone knows, a parent cannot go to a school and dish out punishment, rectify or police other kids actions when it comes to our kids and if the Staff doesn't police bullies and hold them accountable and the kids who are being bullied either fight back, carry a gun to school and hold the bullies accountable WHY should THEY be held accountable? you see it isn't tit for tat, it is ok for someone to bully someone so badly and relentlessly that they take their own life ,in my eyes this is murder by proxy.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I have raised my kids not to fight in school yet they called my family "disfunctional" and when my son was told to go kill himself and get it over with, he did NOT take matters into his own hands and kick the crap out of Ross,Evan,Michael and last but least Brian, who's name I never heard until the trial,"yet they called my family disfunctional" When I met my husband Christian's dad wasnt in his life Andy was the father my son knew and my sons ended their relationship with their dad themselves all the hurt he bestowed on them was by his hand or should I say false promises.</span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Back to Christian on 11May2010,My son didn't lose it and kick their asses, He called me, I went to school I met with staff, and the sheriff Deputy, they dished up a lot of Poloma(crap), after the massive load of BS, I took Chris home and I called the supers office who then called an IEP meeting, Christian refused to go, I know now WHY he refused, they did not give a damn about my son which became clear during the trial (which I might add was recorded )</span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">They admitted they didn't discipline any of the 4 kids under oath on the stand. </span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;"><i><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I
know Christian's friends and their parents didn't tell me because I
was already dealing with so much, ie my husband was stationed
overseas,my son was dead,I had 5 other children at home and most importantly I was angry which I might add will NEVER go
away so understand this,I will be inclined to to tell you to go to hell
if you try to speak to me ever, Christian's been dead 3 years you had
your chance @ 0645 on 1June2010 to not even acknowledge Christian with his class(they just graduated) EVER it hurt his friends and it pissed me off A student existed in your school district, his class graduated they wanted to put a picture up and pay tribute and you would not and did not let them. Karma is coming your way so be aware and yes it does exist. </span></span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-72516292696841743042013-06-12T02:13:00.001-07:002013-06-27T20:41:45.108-07:00What I asked.....<h5 class="uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper" data-ft="{"type":1,"tn":"K"}">
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didn't ask for my son to die, I didnt ASK for his Bullying,I couldn't have asked
for Chris to have outright awsome friends who had great parents. What I DID Asked, Would they be able to protect my son on campus when he was in their school and they said YES, in an IEP Meeting that they would protect my son from Ross,Evan and Michael and they did nothing at all and that admission is on the books..... </span></span></span></i></span></h5>
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Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-45529642786821655002013-02-23T21:29:00.002-08:002014-06-08T03:56:15.077-07:00Would you know?<br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When you were on your way to work today, you came across<span style="font-size: large;"> a woman,she smiles and says Good Morning and you <span style="font-size: large;">say Thank you You too, Would you guess that <span style="font-size: large;">by lo<span style="font-size: large;">oking at her that she is 1 minute away from <span style="font-size: large;">breaking down again because</span> her child was bullied so badly he took his life?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> You are in an airport and you see a soldier<span style="font-size: large;"> being gree<span style="font-size: large;">ted by his wife and she is crying,not because he came home <span style="font-size: large;">in one p<span style="font-size: large;">iece from overseas ,But because their son was bullied so badly, He hung himself and that soldier was on emergency leave for 15 da<span style="font-size: large;">y<span style="font-size: large;">'s to help plan their son's funeral arrangements and <span style="font-size: large;">to be there for <span style="font-size: large;">the ot<span style="font-size: large;">her 5 siblings <span style="font-size: large;">left behind?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Bullying is becoming a<span style="font-size: large;"> a rapidly growing trend thanks to bullies who ju<span style="font-size: large;">dge <span style="font-size: large;">someone based on who they love<span style="font-size: large;"> or </span>how they dress? or for the music they l<span style="font-size: large;">isten to.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Bullying is never ok,<span style="font-size: large;">it doesn<span style="font-size: large;">'t make you lo<span style="font-size: large;">ok cool or popular it makes you look like<span style="font-size: large;"> who you a<span style="font-size: large;">re<span style="font-size: large;">, an ass</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">that is ignorant and miss informed about life.to the bullies I hope you get caught and put in jail you are a boil on the butt of humanity.......</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-22019487899575207212013-02-18T00:26:00.002-08:002013-02-18T00:30:45.166-08:00ARE YOU KIDDING ME?????<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i>YOU are ELECTED by your CON<span style="font-size: x-large;">ST<span style="font-size: x-large;">UANT<span style="font-size: x-large;">S! they trust you to fight for them<span style="font-size: x-large;">, YOU Break laws,you dip your hands into the Til<span style="font-size: x-large;">, your WIVES break LAWS plead<span style="font-size: x-large;"> guilty when ALL th<span style="font-size: x-large;">e w<span style="font-size: x-large;">hile OUR kids are dying and y<span style="font-size: x-large;">a'll are stealing commi<span style="font-size: x-large;">tting underhanded illegal <span style="font-size: x-large;">bullshit CRAP and NOW it makes sense WHY you wont put up a bill that protects children when on SCHOOL CAMPUSES <span style="font-size: x-large;">,<span style="font-size: x-large;">Be<span style="font-size: x-large;">cause you are too friggen busy trying to cover your ass or your wifes ass to give a f<span style="font-size: x-large;">lip a<span style="font-size: x-large;">bout the parents or the kids who HAVE TO FOLLOW your STUPID FE<span style="font-size: x-large;">DERAL LAWS about sending kids to school and when they get bullied and we want to pull them WE <span style="font-size: x-large;">CAN GO TO JAIL for STANDING UP for OUR KIDS<span style="font-size: x-large;"> and actually PROTECTING TH<span style="font-size: x-large;">EM from bullies and school staffs <span style="font-size: x-large;">who sit o<span style="font-size: x-large;">n their asses not giving a dam<span style="font-size: x-large;">n about OUR kids because as long as it is NOT <span style="font-size: x-large;">YOUR </span>child<span style="font-size: x-large;"> being bullied<span style="font-size: x-large;"> who gives a fuk about anyone elses.......</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span></span></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-29782009077636290152013-02-13T07:51:00.003-08:002013-08-06T02:51:26.316-07:00Things I've come to really hate!<i><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span class="userContent">Things Ive come to hate, Going to the
ER,Seeing a<span style="font-size: large;"> Chaplain</span>,Closing my eyes and seeing <span style="font-size: large;">the image of my son his eyes open and very blue</span> <span style="font-size: large;">same as </span>mine<span style="font-size: large;"> are</span>....the last call Christian<span style="font-size: large;"> had</span> to his dad which was sweet like he always was,<span style="font-size: large;">Andy</span> was cheated he
was 1000's of miles away and true to form he loved his dad and that last
call to Korea, about the <span style="font-size: large;">B</span>lack <span style="font-size: large;">O</span>ps map pack directions and even
though it was Friday night he <span style="font-size: large;">spent</span> 30 minutes <span style="font-size: large;">talking to </span>him saying he would send <span style="font-size: large;">an</span> email with directions , and then he simply said, I love you dad I have to go my friends are over, but even with that he still talked to him for <span style="font-size: large;">30 minutes!<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The fact that Ross,Evan and Michael all got away with the bullying with absolut<span style="font-size: large;">ely NO consequences for <span style="font-size: large;">their actions what so ever<span style="font-size: large;">,and even moving on to Gregg when they realized he was Christian's brother so messed up that he quit his Senior year where he <span style="font-size: large;">would've graduated with his cousin Christina<span style="font-size: large;"> so that one "good" thing that should've happened of course didn't!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I also loath a certain som<span style="font-size: large;">e one <span style="font-size: large;">who says things and wines because no one acknowledges hi<span style="font-size: large;">m</span> <span style="font-size: large;">in</span> Christian's life because <span style="font-size: large;">he wasn't IN Christian<span style="font-size: large;">'s life per his own faul<span style="font-size: large;">t there was other things far<span style="font-size: large;"> more important in his own life <span style="font-size: large;">and all he can do is say it is my fault but I didn<span style="font-size: large;">'t have a damn thing to do with it.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I miss my son,I loved watching him grow ,learn to play his guitar,teach his little brother to play video games<span style="font-size: large;">,include his little sister in his life and value his family and his friends <span style="font-size: large;">and I know he would've turned into a handsome fine young man<span style="font-size: large;"> with potential to go in any direction he wanted to go and his dad and I would've been there every st<span style="font-size: large;">ep of the way as his friends who meant the world of also.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hate the silence that should<span style="font-size: large;">n't be, I hate mundane i<span style="font-size: large;">diots who can't seem to grasp that losing a child the way I and severa<span style="font-size: large;">l othe<span style="font-size: large;">r parents have isnt just a 6<span style="font-size: large;"> month to 1 year mour<span style="font-size: large;">ning period there will nev<span style="font-size: large;">er be a <span style="font-size: large;">total over it, they<span style="font-size: large;"> will alway<span style="font-size: large;">s be missed and the way they left shouldn<span style="font-size: large;">'t have <span style="font-size: large;">happened ,and until there are laws passed protecting kids of all ages from bullies more kids will leave before they shou<span style="font-size: large;">ld and more families will be broken hearted and devastated and will have to watch the bullies who so careless<span style="font-size: large;">l<span style="font-size: large;">y <span style="font-size: large;">walk away with no punishment <span style="font-size: large;">driving that stake deeper in the gaping wou<span style="font-size: large;">nd <span style="font-size: large;">we <span style="font-size: large;">already have in our hearts bigger and more painful.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="userContent"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I also <span style="font-size: large;">HATE the way<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">the elected <span style="font-size: large;">in DC turns a blind eye to bullying but yet if it should ha<span style="font-size: large;">ppen<span style="font-size: large;"> to their child they would be screaming from the rafters to get laws put in place and in my eyes that is the biggest bu<span style="font-size: large;">nch of Bullshit I've ever seen! So get off your asses and earn that paycheck.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </i><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Dear God,</i></span></span><br />
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<article class="post-body"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>In this prayer I ask you please to watch over my family and me,</i><br /><i>Also please be an Angel to my Dad , He has it good and sometimes bad,</i><br /><i>My Daddy is my Hero you see for he watches out for our family and me.</i><br /><i>My Daddy is a Man of strength A man with integrity and love for me.</i><br /><i>Hes serving so far from home He watches our Borders and our home!! He is From the Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.</i><br /><i> I am so very proud of my Daddy as you see, For he fights for my rights to be free.</i><br /><i>So
tonight when you make your rounds Hug my Daddy tight whisper softly to
him " Your child is safe Im watching him you see with the love of my
father ,soon he will see your selfless protection of the USA , you will
be a hero forever in his heart and in his eyes!"</i><br /><i>No
I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my daddy is safe Keep watching
him while I sleep and blanket him with love that he can freely keep!</i><br /><i>(<span style="font-size: large;">A</span>uthor Christian WM Taylor 2008 )</i><br /><i>If
you read this , Remember that how you live is protected in the Land of
the Free and the Home of the Brave! Thank a Military Member or their family, you
owe them that.</i></span></span></span></article><article class="post-body"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></span></span></article><br />
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</span></span></article>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-33058441837676867692013-01-21T02:07:00.003-08:002013-01-21T02:13:38.505-08:00The last words he said to his dad.<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">The l<span style="font-size: large;">ast words Christian said to his dad<span style="font-size: large;"> were , I will email you the directions to download the mappacks for <span style="font-size: large;">Black Ops download so he c<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">ou</span>ld play on th<span style="font-size: large;">e weekends with the boys and Mike and Matthew, <span style="font-size: large;">it was <span style="font-size: large;">on the Friday before Memorial Day, friends were already hanging out we started the <span style="font-size: large;">grill up early kids stayed home from school, and several of Christian's friends were over, after he told his Dad he wou<span style="font-size: large;">ld send an<span style="font-size: large;"> email, he said to Andy,<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">I love you dad, I have to go but I will email you<span style="font-size: large;"> the directions ok dad <span style="font-size: large;">love you see you online!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Even thousands of miles away Andy always stayed connected with the <span style="font-size: large;">kids all of them, everyone had a PS3 and they would stay up playing blackops with their dad it was something they could do and still be connected over the miles between them<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Little did Andy know it would be the last time <span style="font-size: large;">he spoke to his son,who<span style="font-size: large;">m was found on Monday Memorial Day 2010<span style="font-size: large;"> my son who had been demeaned with a kind of hatred that I still can't get over someone even saying "You need to just go ahead and kill yourself and get it over with" I was not raised that was and those words were just not acceptable for someone to say eve<span style="font-size: large;">r at all to anyone.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> On <span style="font-size: large;">Mo<span style="font-size: large;">nday Memorial day I got up @ about 8am and started the task of getting everything prepped we had made plan<span style="font-size: large;">s with our neighbors to <span style="font-size: large;">grill and since <span style="font-size: large;">I love to cook I volunte<span style="font-size: large;">ered to make several things, Christian came into the kitchen all 6'3" o<span style="font-size: large;">f him came up and put his arms around my wa<span style="font-size: large;">ist leaning his chin on my head and said Hey Mom I love you ,you know that right? a<span style="font-size: large;">nd I said, Honey Daddy didnt get paid yet so we cant go to gamestop, and hugged me tight and said No mom I love you, YOU KNOW that right???? and I said I love you too honey he stood there for a significant amount o<span style="font-size: large;">f time and then asked me where Hunter was I told him in his room playing video games and he went and found him and played games with him and spent time with his little sister making sure she <span style="font-size: large;">knew he loved her and he told her never let <span style="font-size: large;">ANYONE tell her any different that he loved her no matt<span style="font-size: large;">er what, after he was found she kept crying telling me I didnt know momma I didnt know well it broke my heart he always had time for Hunter and <span style="font-size: large;">Faith and losing her big brother shortly after losing her momma was alot <span style="font-size: large;">for a little girl to deal with they died about 3 months apart and she was devastated.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Christian was a significant <span style="font-size: large;">part of this family, he loved his dad and wou<span style="font-size: large;">ld tell him all the time he couldnt wait for R&R so we could go back to <span style="font-size: large;">Busco Beach with Aunt<span style="font-size: large;">ie and Uncle ,or show him tricks he had practi<span style="font-size: large;">ced on his board! Christian w<span style="font-size: large;">as even one of the first SK8er Shack sponsored kids in Killeen and he loved <span style="font-size: large;">it.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I can't bring him back,BUT I can hold those responsible to protect him in their schools accountable and I intend to do <span style="font-size: large;">so...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I miss you MrBlueeyes we all miss you...</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love Mum. </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><i> </i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-53805650409290199712013-01-17T22:03:00.000-08:002013-08-06T02:52:12.688-07:00He was our Everything.<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;">He was our glue ,He could make you laugh even if you did<span style="font-size: large;"> not want to.</span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He would make you smi<span style="font-size: large;">le if you weren't smiling.</span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He was concerned when you did<span style="font-size: large;">n't look ok.</span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He was his little brother Hunter<span style="font-size: large;">'s buddy no matter how busy he got.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He loved his little sister and protected her like brig brothers do.</span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He had go<span style="font-size: large;">a<span style="font-size: large;">ls in life to be a<span style="font-size: large;"> proboarder,play for the University of Florida,and to be an extreme <span style="font-size: large;">spor<span style="font-size: large;">t <span style="font-size: large;">player(he wou<span style="font-size: large;">ld've<span style="font-size: large;"> done it too)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">He was never ashamed to say I love you mom to me or to his siblings in public or alone or infront of his friends.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> He loved his family and his family loved him, and now we fight, fight bec<span style="font-size: large;">ause the<span style="font-size: large;">y SAID they wou<span style="font-size: large;">ld,when in re<span style="font-size: large;">a<span style="font-size: large;">lity they didnt give a rats ass and should've sa<span style="font-size: large;">id no, I would'<span style="font-size: large;">ve pulled him and figured it out later.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Now I do not trust anything that comes from someone who is employed by any ISD or District, and I have told my kids if someone is bullying you <span style="font-size: large;">give em a <span style="font-size: large;">warning, and if they keep it up, I got their back.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I taught my son to be whom he w<span style="font-size: large;">anted to be <span style="font-size: large;">and he did, I also taught my son don<span style="font-size: large;">'t hit tell, I wish I had <span style="font-size: large;">told him to kick R<span style="font-size: large;">oss,Evan<span style="font-size: large;"> and Michaels asses because they would've been very surprised at the agil<span style="font-size: large;">ity and stre<span style="font-size: large;">ng<span style="font-size: large;">th Christian had, they we<span style="font-size: large;">re lightwieghts comp<span style="font-size: large;">ared to the 5 <span style="font-size: large;">who<span style="font-size: large;"> got their asses handed to them in <span style="font-size: large;">Killeen<span style="font-size: large;"> in front of the whole co<span style="font-size: large;">mplex.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mr Blueeyes, I love you and miss you every second of every minute of every hou<span style="font-size: large;">r of everyday!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love Mom </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span> </i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-23758689496449043062012-12-25T15:27:00.001-08:002012-12-25T15:27:27.094-08:00Christmas Day<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Today is your fav<span style="font-size: large;">e holiday, once again I think back to you huggin<span style="font-size: large;">g me an<span style="font-size: large;">d asking "what ya got good cooking toda<span style="font-size: large;">y<span style="font-size: large;"> M<span style="font-size: large;">om?" I miss seeing you kids playing ball in <span style="font-size: large;">the backyard,with Uncle Matt , I turned down the <span style="font-size: large;">"settlement offer" it was more like a slap ac<span style="font-size: large;">ross the face to me, you can not place a mon<span style="font-size: large;">etary value on a<span style="font-size: large;"> life but that <span style="font-size: large;">showed me how little Gr<span style="font-size: large;">afton valued you as a student or a child, MY child the child that I asked can you protect him and<span style="font-size: large;"> Reed sai<span style="font-size: large;">d yes<span style="font-size: large;">, What part of that question w<span style="font-size: large;">as a joke to anyone,certainly not a parent w<span style="font-size: large;">e dont give birth to our babies to have them so<span style="font-size: large;"> violently <span style="font-size: large;">taken from <span style="font-size: large;">us......</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I love you Mr.Blueeyes a<span style="font-size: large;">nd I miss you more than ever.....</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love Mum </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><i> </i>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-14377025828254867382012-11-24T21:53:00.001-08:002012-11-24T21:53:19.084-08:00I wonder........<span style="color: yellow;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> <span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wonder.....</span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow is my B<span style="font-size: large;">irthday, I wish things were different,that you were here, conspiring with your siblings as you did every year always finding me something I would always use, or thi<span style="font-size: large;">ngs you knew I wan<span style="font-size: large;">ted like Fl<span style="font-size: large;">orida Gator stuff such as the full sized signed Tim Tebow he<span style="font-size: large;">lmet you got me for my anni<span style="font-size: large;">versary when Da<span style="font-size: large;">d was deployed and you smiled<span style="font-size: large;"> so slickly kn<span style="font-size: large;">owing Daddy w<span style="font-size: large;">as so busy overseas you <span style="font-size: large;">searched and got it<span style="font-size: large;">,knowing how much I love my Gators so much so, I have more Gat<span style="font-size: large;">or clothes <span style="font-size: large;">than I do regular!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I remember all the <span style="font-size: large;">great birthday<span style="font-size: large;">s we have all had and that you were significa<span style="font-size: large;">nt in them as you would be "Mom's secret spy"and the kids never re<span style="font-size: large;">alized that<span style="font-size: large;"> you would tell me <span style="font-size: large;">what they wanted .....</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> so for my Birthday<span style="font-size: large;"> I wish you were here to celebrate with me laughing <span style="font-size: large;">and having fun. <span style="font-size: large;">I love you and miss <span style="font-size: large;">you so much Mr.BlueEyes<span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: yellow;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love Mum.... </span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-612480788906608744.post-79175557359730898462012-11-04T22:56:00.002-08:002012-11-04T22:56:42.672-08:00A 19th Birthday.....<span style="font-size: large;"><i> It is almost that day, that joyful day you came <span style="font-size: large;">into my life with a l<span style="font-size: large;">oud scream and then you looked right into my <span style="font-size: large;">eyes and won over my heart with that first look a mother see's<span style="font-size: large;"> when <span style="font-size: large;">she g<span style="font-size: large;">et<span style="font-size: large;">'s to see her baby for the first time,I remember thinking, he<span style="font-size: large;"> has my blue eyes <span style="font-size: large;">and he is gorgeous<span style="font-size: large;">! You had such a sweet <span style="font-size: large;">nature about you, that is until your brother came alon<span style="font-size: large;">g and you cried and sto<span style="font-size: large;">od on Trist<span style="font-size: large;">an mad there was another person to share my<span style="font-size: large;"> att<span style="font-size: large;">enti<span style="font-size: large;">on with<span style="font-size: large;"> only <span style="font-size: large;">Tris did no<span style="font-size: large;">t like the initiation into brotherhood at all.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I now am left to <span style="font-size: large;">wonder, Would you be in college the one you wanted<span style="font-size: large;"> to attend? <span style="font-size: large;">Would you be playing football as well as the man you admired with such admiration for his passion to play <span style="font-size: large;">football? </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Would you be <span style="font-size: large;">st<span style="font-size: large;">ill so great with your younger siblings who miss you so much? <span style="font-size: large;">Would you still be young enough to not care about the Hey Mom, I love you see ya later? infron<span style="font-size: large;">t of them? <span style="font-size: large;">Would you have found that ONE person for you who truly got and understood you<span style="font-size: large;"> and loved you like I do still?</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "Would I?" <span style="font-size: large;">and <span style="font-size: large;">"C</span>ould I?" are now </span>the questions I will neve<span style="font-size: large;">r get answered, and unlike murder victim<span style="font-size: large;">'s fam<span style="font-size: large;">ilies I will never get to confront the 3 punks who took you from me just a<span style="font-size: large;">s sure as a murderer takes his prey but atleast his preys families and loved ones are allowed to confront the murdered in<span style="font-size: large;"> those cases and even tho<span style="font-size: large;">ugh the bullies did infact set the stage for ou<span style="font-size: large;">r babies to take their own li<span style="font-size: large;">ves in my mind they murdered our children with words<span style="font-size: large;">,words so vile that dying was better in their minds then living.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Oh and to the Delegate in Virginia there is a extremely massive difference in "Being Mean" and<span style="font-size: large;"> "Being socially unexceptable" so keep this in mind, EVERY<span style="font-size: large;">TIME you hea<span style="font-size: large;">r a parent who just lost their child to bullyin<span style="font-size: large;">g and you hear THESE VERY WORDS, (in Christian's case) Christian Tay<span style="font-size: large;">lor,"You need to just <span style="font-size: large;">GO AHEAD and KILL Y<span style="font-size: large;">OURSELF and GET IT OVER WITH!?!?!?!?!<span style="font-size: large;">."or something to the same effect......THAT sir is NOT <span style="font-size: large;">"Being Mean" that is being on a level of hatred that they shouldn<span style="font-size: large;">'t be allowed in public <span style="font-size: large;">at all.....</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> My son was loved,He had friends that loved him a family who adored him and a life to li<span style="font-size: large;">ve and that was taken<span style="font-size: large;"> from us, but it wont stop us from loving and remembering who he was and what he did and how he lived.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I am sorry your not here, But Happy Birthday Christian </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">I miss you more than words <span style="font-size: large;">will ever</span> sa<span style="font-size: large;">y we will never forget you and the joy <span style="font-size: large;">,comedy and love you gave us. <3<3<3 Take care of Miss Emme for us we know she is in good hands....I love you Mr.Blueeyes.....</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></i></span>Christian Taylors Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01543432571346938649noreply@blogger.com0