A little over two years ago my father was admitted to 3 West after having surgery to have a power port and feeding tube placed. Daddy was very sick after surgery. Taylor went above and beyond to not only treat Daddy but to explain everything to me and my sister. He was there each night of Daddy's stay. He was kind and gentle. He was everything we would hope for when it came to taking care of our sweet Daddy. On one of the last nights we were there, Taylor stopped in to say hi. While we were talking he folded a napkin into a beautiful rose. My sister kept the rose above her visor as a symbol to remember to stop and enjoy the little things. Daddy died 43 days after his diagnosis.
My sister drove around with the rose for a little over a year when she took her car to be washed. Unfortunately, when the guys opened the door her rose blew out into a mud puddle and the guy threw it away. When she picked up her car the rose was gone and she asked the guy where it was and he explained what had happened. In tears, she retrieved the rose from the garbage and carefully dried the dirty wet paper rose. A few weeks passed and I contacted Taylor and explained what happened. I made arrangements to meet him at the hospital. With skillful sneakiness I got her paper rose from her and took it to Taylor where he carefully refolded the paper rose. Taylor will never fully understand what he did that day. The tears of joy my sister shed, no words of thank you will ever be enough. We have had many encounters with Taylor over multiple hospital stays. He is the truest definition of a servant's heart. We are grateful for the role he played in Daddy's final days and for the patience he had for our multiple questions.