I almost didn't post tonight. I am tired, and I am tired of hurting. I leave the office and the first question in my head is, "Where are you baby girl?"
As I watched the Yankees play the Red Sox two runs down and in the bottom of the ninth, I received a sweet phone call from a Theta mom I have never met. I could hear the pain in her voice. Sometimes, the empathy the hearts of others carry is so palpable. Mrs. Renfro wanted permission to honor Taylor at the Theta house. I've written before about the outpouring of Theta love. Many of you saw the balloon release at Taylor's service and heard the sweet voices of her sisters singing. I am wearing the red bracelet they created and continue to receive cards from Thetas and Theta families from Norman and all over the U.S. They have been a constant gift to our family. I could not imagine what else they could give. Nonetheless, the parent group all pitched in and have purchased a plaque that will hang outside room 309. It is currently Brynne's room - a sister from high school. The plaque will list her pledge class and her favorite nickname, T. Witch. I didn't stay composed with the sweet momma who called me. Sometimes the kindness just flattens me. She said, "Taylor will always have a room at the Theta house." Oh my heart! They are also donating a brick for the courtyard with Taylor's name engraved. Thank you continues to fall short of what I feel. I did tell Mrs. Renfro how special it was to me that Taylor had chosen Theta. Some of the most beautiful friends I had in college were Thetas. We served with Younglife together; we studied; we celebrated boyfriends and engagements;we shared our friends, and we created fabulous memories. When Taylor pledged Theta, even though I was never in a sorority, I felt like we were sharing a similar experience. I knew just enough to know that she had "thought right". I hope I am able to love again as fiercely as my Taylor did, as fiercely as her Theta sisters are loving us, as loyal as my Redskin family, and as constant as my life-long friends. Taylor continues to teach me about love and courage, and she continues to light my world. When I can feel again, I hope to be the joyful mama she knew. I hung up the phone, and as I told my husband and son about the kindness of the Theta parent group, the Yankees hit the second of two solo home runs in the bottom of the ninth inning to defeat those stinking Red Sox. I smiled, because where I had no good things or at least no desire to look for good, two good things found me: Theta Love and a Yankee win. I felt Taylor loving and celebrating both of them.
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Michelle Yarbrough
9/4/2014 06:57:51 pm
Thank you for your obedience to keep writing. It fuels my prayers for your family and never ceases to draw me closer to The Lord.
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9/6/2014 07:04:58 am
Ur blog helps me to know how and what to pray for u. Although I've learned the hard way NOT to read it in public! Taylor was a big part if our lives for 1 1/2 years, and then the whole next year as J stilled loved her, so we miss her and talk about her often.
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