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Brian Heath Taylor
04/24/1971 — 06/02/2006
From Richland, WA, US | Born in Baytown, Texas
Brian Heath Taylor
EINANS FUNERAL HOME
BRIAN HEATH TAYLOR, affectionately called Tex by close friends, 35, passed on June 2, 2006. Born in Baytown, Texas on April 24, 1971, he is survived by his parents, Hugh and Judy Taylor of Richland, Washington, and sister, Charissa Kovin of Houston, Texas. He was married to Sara E. Taylor, of San Antonio, Texas. Other immediate family members include uncles Robert D. Taylor of Manassas, Virginia and William W. Taylor of Florida, Robert T. Stonecipher of Singapore, Grandmother, Agatha Stonecipher of Spring, Texas, nieces Kennedy and Kate Kovin and nephew Jackson Kovin of Houston, Texas. Brian joins his grandmother Una Taylor, grandfather Robert Stonecipher, and his other grandfather William W. Taylor, Pa-Pa, with whom he shared a special bond and who we are certain watched over Brian and helped him cross over.
Brian grew up in The Meadows, Texas where he was an outstanding child. His IQ was near genius and he excelled in academics, learning Spanish, German, and Russian. He was also an award-winning swimmer and excelled in other sports, even earning a Black Belt in Karate. But more than that, Brian was extremely loving and caring. He had an infectious laugh and enjoyed life, pursuing all challenges, until he was about 18 years old. At that time, Brians behavior started to change as a chemical imbalance known as depression began to manifest itself in his life.
Even with this challenge, he graduated from The University of Texas in Austin with a bachelors degree in history and government, where he was a member of the Sigma Nu Fraternity. He lived in Connecticut, West Virginia, Texas and Washington. Brian married Sara, a wonderful girl whom he loved very much for the rest of his life.
Brians passions included literature, The Arts, History, especially the Civil War and its Battlegrounds, fitness, investing, politics, baseball, and Texas. An award-winning teacher, devoted to education, Brian was preparing to enter Washington State University to obtain a Masters Degree.
Brians disease progressed with time. He finally succumbed to this very misunderstood mental illness. Visiting hours were held Wednesday, June 7, 2006, from 3:30-6:30 pm at Einans Funeral Home in Richland, Washington. In lieu of traditional remembrances, please make a donation in Brians name to a charity of your choice or to the The Civil War Preservation Trust, www.civilwar.org about which he felt strongly.
Sara and the Taylor Family, Words cant express my fondness of Brian. He was like the brother I never had. Even though distant kept us apart, I always felt a need to know where he was. I know he is at peace. I have so many great memories and regrets. A day doesnt go by that I dont think of him. I will never forget how he made me feel like I was a Texan even though I am a Kentucky Hillbilly. I wish I could give y’all a big hug. Tex may you rest in peace, Your buddy, “Chile”
I am Brian Taylors brother-in-law Eric and my wife is Lauren and we have two daughters Isabelle and Grace. I met Brian in early spring 1997 when I was on leave en route to Germany for my assignment in the USAF. As soon as Brian knew my job in the USAF had to deal with computers and networking he bombarded me with questions about nerd-computer talk. I was a little overwhelmed, but he was the first to get me thinking about what I really wanted to study in the vast world of Information Technology. I saw Brian as a vacuum for knowledge whether it was Civil War, Texas History, the Civil War in Texas, computer talk, and computer talk about the Civil War in Texas. When Brian and Sara came to see us in New Mexico, Isabelle did not leave his side. Brians soft side showed thru with his patient diligence with his niece and left a lasting impression on our daughter. Brian was also someone I could rely on for help. He helped me write a paper on why I wanted a commission in the USAF. When I gave him my ideas about how I wanted to write my essay, he came thru for me, and helped me organize my thoughts onto paper to write an exceptional essay. In closing, Brian Taylor was my brother, friend, and confidant. He will be sadly missed by me and my family and his memory will live on thru us.
Eric Shuttlesworth Ramstein, Germany
eric.shuttlesworth@usafe.af.mil
Butch and Judy,
There are no words, of course, to express how sad we are and no adequate words to comfort you.
Brian was the best. I know you are so proud of his life. I know his life was too short, but the good he did in thirty-five years I’m sure was more than some people do in a hundred. I took an immediate liking of him as soon as I met him. He was my favorite. I felt a connection to him immediately, not just because we were family, but because I felt the goodness in his heart and soul. I enjoyed so much talking to him about our shared family history. He loved it the way I do. I never had any children, but if I had, I would want a son just like Brian.
One of the reasons I do genealogy is to come to grips with death as a natural part of life. It does not ease the pain of loss, but it is somewhat comforting to realize how many of our loved ones, old and young, have gone before us on that journey into death and will be waiting for Brian there. I think death is just a passover into a new life in a different place. Brian will be in good company. It’s like the Brooks & Dunn song says: “You can’t tell me it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse.”
Mother sends her love and wishes she could do something to help. She knows what it’s like to lose a son.
I had to tell you today that all our love, thoughts, and prayers are with you.
Much love,
Buttercup
June 5, 2006
Butch and Judy, I apologize for waiting so long to send you my expression of deep sympathy in the death of your precious son, Brian. Buttercup let me know when it happened; I put the address on my desk and did not get to it. The Saturday after I heard of it, I was in my back yard praying for the precious soul my cousin who I never had the opportunity to know. He sounds like a young man who lived a wonderful life – did it all and had a lot of fun along the way. It seems he gave all he could to every challenge he faced, and willingly shared all the love he had to give to friends, family and his beloved Sara and her family. It touched me in your obituary that Uncle Bill was a special part of his life. When Uncle Bill and Aunt Una visited us in Georgiana, we all loved being around him. He enjoyed deep-sea fishing and brought fresh flounder for Mother to fry. He knew I loved it and always made a point to tell me the reason he caught that kind of fish was because I liked it so much. He was so good with children, and I am glad he had a chance to be in Brian’s life. I cannot imagine the pain of watching your beloved child die. All your hopes and dreams were wrapped up in Brian; you held him in your arms every night when he was a baby and watched him grow and excel and laugh and love. The loneliness and pain has to go on forever. I pray that our Lord comforts you with His grace and mercy every day. God bless and keep you.
Sara and the Taylor Family, Words cant express my fondness of Brian. He was like the brother I never had. Even though distant kept us apart, I always felt a need to know where he was. I know he is at peace. I have so many great memories and regrets. A day doesnt go by that I dont think of him. I will never forget how he made me feel like I was a Texan even though I am a Kentucky Hillbilly. I wish I could give y’all a big hug. Tex may you rest in peace, Your buddy, “Chile”
I am Brian Taylors brother-in-law Eric and my wife is Lauren and we have two daughters Isabelle and Grace. I met Brian in early spring 1997 when I was on leave en route to Germany for my assignment in the USAF. As soon as Brian knew my job in the USAF had to deal with computers and networking he bombarded me with questions about nerd-computer talk. I was a little overwhelmed, but he was the first to get me thinking about what I really wanted to study in the vast world of Information Technology. I saw Brian as a vacuum for knowledge whether it was Civil War, Texas History, the Civil War in Texas, computer talk, and computer talk about the Civil War in Texas. When Brian and Sara came to see us in New Mexico, Isabelle did not leave his side. Brians soft side showed thru with his patient diligence with his niece and left a lasting impression on our daughter. Brian was also someone I could rely on for help. He helped me write a paper on why I wanted a commission in the USAF. When I gave him my ideas about how I wanted to write my essay, he came thru for me, and helped me organize my thoughts onto paper to write an exceptional essay. In closing, Brian Taylor was my brother, friend, and confidant. He will be sadly missed by me and my family and his memory will live on thru us.
Eric Shuttlesworth Ramstein, Germany
eric.shuttlesworth@usafe.af.mil
Butch and Judy,
There are no words, of course, to express how sad we are and no adequate words to comfort you.
Brian was the best. I know you are so proud of his life. I know his life was too short, but the good he did in thirty-five years I’m sure was more than some people do in a hundred. I took an immediate liking of him as soon as I met him. He was my favorite. I felt a connection to him immediately, not just because we were family, but because I felt the goodness in his heart and soul. I enjoyed so much talking to him about our shared family history. He loved it the way I do. I never had any children, but if I had, I would want a son just like Brian.
One of the reasons I do genealogy is to come to grips with death as a natural part of life. It does not ease the pain of loss, but it is somewhat comforting to realize how many of our loved ones, old and young, have gone before us on that journey into death and will be waiting for Brian there. I think death is just a passover into a new life in a different place. Brian will be in good company. It’s like the Brooks & Dunn song says: “You can’t tell me it all ends in a slow ride in a hearse.”
Mother sends her love and wishes she could do something to help. She knows what it’s like to lose a son.
I had to tell you today that all our love, thoughts, and prayers are with you.
Much love,
Buttercup
June 5, 2006
Butch and Judy, I apologize for waiting so long to send you my expression of deep sympathy in the death of your precious son, Brian. Buttercup let me know when it happened; I put the address on my desk and did not get to it. The Saturday after I heard of it, I was in my back yard praying for the precious soul my cousin who I never had the opportunity to know. He sounds like a young man who lived a wonderful life – did it all and had a lot of fun along the way. It seems he gave all he could to every challenge he faced, and willingly shared all the love he had to give to friends, family and his beloved Sara and her family. It touched me in your obituary that Uncle Bill was a special part of his life. When Uncle Bill and Aunt Una visited us in Georgiana, we all loved being around him. He enjoyed deep-sea fishing and brought fresh flounder for Mother to fry. He knew I loved it and always made a point to tell me the reason he caught that kind of fish was because I liked it so much. He was so good with children, and I am glad he had a chance to be in Brian’s life. I cannot imagine the pain of watching your beloved child die. All your hopes and dreams were wrapped up in Brian; you held him in your arms every night when he was a baby and watched him grow and excel and laugh and love. The loneliness and pain has to go on forever. I pray that our Lord comforts you with His grace and mercy every day. God bless and keep you.
Dear Judy – I realize there are no words that would ease your loss, but just wanted you to know how sorry I am. Sincerely, Linda Casey from the walking group
Brian-
My fondest memories of you growing up are our summers spent on swim team. You put your heart and soul into swimming and it showed. Watching your butterfly stroke was truly amazing. Didn’t it feel great to be on top of the world?
My other favorite memories include hanging out together at UT. I just can’t believe we won’t be able to drink a beer together again or listen to some good ol’ country music. I remember the time we went country western dancing and you explained the song “Don’t Take the Girl” by Tim McGraw. I cry every time I hear that song now.
You seemed to make friends so easy. You could talk to anyone, unlike me. I will miss you and your beautiful smile.
Your loving sister,
Charissa
Brian, thanks for the good memories for me, for Pat, and especially for Daniel. We loved being at your wedding and seeing the happiness you shared with Sara. Pat, Daniel and I really enjoyed the time we spent together at the Black family reunion and visting the Taylors in Alabama. We will all miss you and the warmth and caring you shared with us. Thanks again for sharing and peace unto you. Your Uncle Bob.
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