We'll officially know the cause tomorrow. At the moment, it appears to have been SIDS. He just stopped breathing after he dozed off while his mother was nursing him. Taylor was born 2 months early, but he was very strong from the start, always breathing and eating on his own. To say the least, everyone is stunned and horrified. I'd never met him, or his mother, for that matter (I know Mike's brother, the father, and he was such a cheerful kid), but I can't help but be very upset. Its tragic, and more so because of some of the surrounding situation . . . they were just married, the families don't get along . . . I could go on . . . its just awful. Ricky, the father, has 2 kids from another relationship and one of them is just old enough to understand . . .
Renee, you said words weren't adaquate . . . you're right. I was sitting on the stairs, talking to Mike about him flying out to Phoenix, and he's looking at the computer for flight times, and when we stopped talking about that, I just sort of got up and wandered off. Mike says "You done talking?" He wasn't mad, just sort of puzzled. I said "I don't have anything to say anymore. What can I say? What is there to say?" I wasn't mad either, and I didn't mean to abandon him, its just I couldn't think of anything to say any more, and I didn't want to sit there not saying anything. And he says "There isn't anything to say." That's how it feels . . . we didn't really know Taylor . . .we're worried about Ricky and the rest of the family . . . but its so horrible, and tragic, and shocking that you feel it anyway and want to cry.