Mr. Taylor was LOVED by his students and you could tell he really loved them. Since he was the art teacher, Megan really liked him. She loves art and would come home this and last year talking about Mr. Taylor and what a good artist he was. Since the school is going to tell the students tomorrow, we decided to tell Megan tonight so she wouldn't be blind-sided at school. At first she thought we were playing a joke with her and she started to laugh and was smiling. "But we just saw him at gym yesterday and after school" (there was an open house last night and he was there), was one of her reasonings why he couldn't be dead. Another was, "but he's a really good artist." That broke my heart... It took her about a half hour to finally get it, to finally process what we had told her. She was in the tub when it hit her. She said she wanted to pray to God for Mr. Taylor. How did Paul and I raise a child like this? It really opened my eyes, that's for sure.
Right now, she and Paul are curled up in bed, watching Dancing with the Stars. She's had a tough night. Keep her and her school mates in your thoughts and prayers.
