'Tomorrow morning,' the surgeon began,
'I'll open up your heart...'

'You'll find Jesus there,' the boy
interrupted.

The surgeon looked up, annoyed 'I'll
cut your heart open,' he continued,
to see how much damage has been
done...'

'But when you open up my heart, you'll
find Jesus in there,' said the boy.

The surgeon looked to the parents, who
sat quietly. 'When I see how much
damage has been done, I'll sew your
heart and chest back up, and I'll plan
what to do next.'

'But you'll find Jesus in my heart. The
bible says He lives there. The
hymns all say He lives there. You'll
find Him in my heart.'

The surgeon had had enough. 'I'll tell
you what I'll find in your heart.
I'll find damaged muscle, low blood
supply, and weakened vessels.
And I'll find out if I can make you well.'

'You'll find Jesus there too. He lives
there.'

The surgeon left.

LATER, the surgeon sat in his office, recording his
notes from the surgery,

'...damaged aorta, damaged pulmonary vein,
widespread muscle degeneration.
No hope for transplant, no hope for cure.

Therapy:

Painkillers and bed rest.

Prognosis:

here he paused, 'death within one year.'

He stopped the recorder, but there was
more to be said. 'Why?' he asked aloud.
'Why did You do this? You've put
him here; You've put him in this pain; and
You've cursed him to an early death. Why?'

The Lord answered and said, 'The boy,
my lamb, was not meant for your
flock for long, for he is a part of My
flock, and will forever be.
Here, in My flock, he will feel no pain, and
will be comforted as you cannot imagine.
His parents will one day join him here,
and they will know peace, and
My flock will continue to grow.'

The surgeon's tears were hot, but his
anger was hotter. 'You created that
boy, and You created that heart. He'll
be dead in months Why?'

The Lord answered, 'The boy, My lamb,
shall return to My flock, for He has
done his duty: I did not put My lamb
with your flock to lose him, but to retrieve
another lost lamb.'

The surgeon wept...


The surgeon sat
beside the boy's bed; the boy's
parents sat across from him. The boy awoke and
whispered, 'Did you cut open my heart?'

'Yes,' said the surgeon.
'What did you find?' asked the boy.
'I found Jesus there,' said the surgeon.

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THIS ONE IS FOR YOU DAD, YOUR FAVORITE HOLIDAY, I KNOW IT MUST BE AMAZING FROM HEAVEN!  MOM, I DID MY BEST TO COOK FOR YOU.  TAELOR AND JOSIE, I HOPE TO FEEL YOU TODAY AT THE LAKE, AS YOU WERE SO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS:

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HaPPy 4th oF JuLY

HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY TAELOR, I LOVE YOU

SON RISE Saturday June 25th, 1983

Sunset Thursday March 8th, 2001

On March 8, 2001


My family Was 

 
MURDERED
MURDERED

                                                                                                          



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My Dad:

Richard George Larson

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My Mom: 



Jane Medlock Larson

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My Future Daughter In-Law: 

           

Josie Melba Grace 

Peterson

My Son:

             
Taelor Joseph Marks

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My Lovely, Living Boy

My Hope, My Happiness

My Life, My Love, My Joy


 MY BEAUTIFUL, PRECIOUS SON TAELOR was born on Saturday June 25th 1983 at 7:27 PM in Glendora California.  Taelor had a light in his eyes that was so bright.  He was kind, sensitive, loving and charming.  Taelor had many friends throughout his life.  He knew how important people were and how they mattered.  As such, I was blessed to have many young people in my life thoughout his life.  His compassion and intuition were without bounds.  His was a tender heart that valued family and friends.   

We lived in Glendora, California until Taelor was 4 years old, then moved to Des Moines, Washington (a small waterfront community south of Seattle).  Taelor attended first grade in La Jolla, California then we moved back to Seattle again.  In 1991 we moved to Rancho Santa Margarita California where-for a short time- Taelor decided to be known by his intials as "T.J.". 

In 1993 we returned to Des Moines Washington and "T.J." once again became Taelor.  He attended Pacific Middle School, Mt. Ranier High School and Tyee High School.  In the beginning of his junior year Taelor was forced to withdraw from Tyee because of a heart defect that required corrective surgery, surgery that Taelor would not live to have.

 In 2000 Taelor met his soul mate, Josie Melba Grace Peterson.  They were both wise beyond their years and perfectly complemented one another .  They were anticipating an amazing future together.        


On  Thursday March 8th 2001 Taelor and Josie along with my Mom and Dad, Richard and Jane were murdered in Des Moines Washington.   The killer's motivation was simple, to wipe out a loving family and young couple because he envied them from afar.  A cowardly, evil act of rage.

This site is for my family and my baby Taelor,  a way for me to live out my years with him, if only in memory and reflection. 
It will continue to be a work in process.  

 "We're soaring...flying...

there's not a star in 

Heaven
 
that we can't reach

if we're trying

'cause we're 

breaking free..."

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THE KIDS IN LOVE:

              

THE FOLKS IN LOVE:






 

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TAELOR, ALWAYS, JUST:

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I USED TO WORRY ABOUT HIM, WORKING LATE IN THE EVENINGS, DRIVING AROUND,  BEING A CHAUFFER TO ANYONE WHO NEEDED HIM.  HE USED TO SAY TO ME, "DON'T WORRY MOM,  NOTHING'S GOING TO HAPPEN TO ME,
 I'M TAELOR!",  
and why would a young man, who was nothing but friendly and kind to others have reason to believe that anything ever would have... 

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TAELOR COULD DO THE "CARLTON" DANCE BETTER THAN CARLTON. IF HE WANTED TO MAKE YOU LAUGH UNTIL YOU CRIED HE WOULD JUST BREAK OUT IN THE DANCE. WE STILL WISH WE HAD FILM OF IT, IT WAS CLASSIC TAELOR 

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Taelor was baptized on July 19, 1990. He was a spritual being and loved God.  He had a very old soul.  If you saw Taelor, then you saw a cross around his neck. 


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On that horrific night of March 8, 2001 every 

person in the house killed died trying to save 

someone else. Hero is not a word often used, and 

yet that's what they each were.  This is the 

inscription on their memorial bench at 

Greenwood Memorial Cemetary in Renton, 

Washington as it describes with perfection the 

values that we, as a family had, and that they,

 heroically,

exemplified in life and in death:

What is sacred...

Of what is the spirit made...

What is worth living for...

What is worth dying for...

Only Love

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For newspaper and court information,
 please see: TIMELINE section

For my reflections,
 please see: LEGACY section



THANK YOU
 FOR MEETING MY FAMILY

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