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I'll love you forever
I'll like you for always
As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be


!HAPPY 25 Taelor!
SON RISE Saturday June 25th, 1983
Sunset Thursday March 8th, 2001
On March 8,
2001
My Family WAS
MURDERED

My Dad:
 
Richard George Larson
My Mom:

Jane Medlock Larson
Miss Josie:

Josie Melba Grace
Peterson
My Son:

Taelor Joseph Marks ************************************************** *
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:


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...
Taelor, the "Carlton dance". Enough said. You had to have experienced it.


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.

T:a:E:L:():R:^:I:N:k
Taelor won every art contest he ever entered. When he was 15 he started free hand tattooing his friends with india ink and a straight pin on the down low!
Here is is some of his work


On that horrific night of March 8, 2001
every person in the house 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
For newspaper and court information, please see: TIMELINE section
For my reflections, please see: LEGACY section
THANK YOU FOR MEETING MY FAMILY
~i~ ~i~ ~i~ ~i~
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