Dear Boston & all Red Sox fans,
I am writing in hopes that you will be able to help me provide a little happiness to my three nephews who lost their father in a tragic accident on July 4th, 2008
Mason (10), Weston (9), & Jackson (4) had a hero. Not a celebrity, not a sports star, not a rock star. Their hero was their father James W Taylor Jr.
An Emergency RN who served in the Army Reserves, James spent every free moment he had with his family. The boy’s favorite time with their father was playing baseball with him. Next in line was watching the Red Sox play. Even if the game had to be recorded and watched later due to their father’s hectic schedule at the ER, they made it a point not to miss a game.
James had planned for his 37th birthday to take his sons to Boston to see a ‘real’ Red Sox Game. The trip would be long, coming from SLC, UT but it would be worth it. They would sit and have hot dogs, heckle the visiting team, visit with the fans of Boston, maybe get an autograph, and just enjoy the moment together.
James took a job about a year ago as a Life Flight nurse. Once a month, he would make the over 500 mile commute from SLC, UT to Page, AZ. James had found his true calling. He loved flying to try and save lives. He frequently would text pictures to his family flying over the Grand Canyon and Lake Powell. Seeing things no one else could see, and bringing hope to those who had little chance of survival.
On June 29th, 2008, while celebrating at a family birthday party, James family received tragic news. The life flight helicopter James was on had been involved in a mid-air collision with another Life Flight helicopter over Flagstaff, AZ. Six were dead, and James was the only survivor, but was in extremely critical condition.
His wife, sons, & family rushed to Flagstaff to be by his side. Upon arrival they were given the extent of James injuries. Almost every bone in his body including facial bones was broken, James was unrecognizable and the outlook was grim.
Due to the extent of his injuries, James’s sons were not allowed into the ICU to see their father. Staying in the ICU waiting room they prayed their father would pull through, and by some miracle would be OK.
As things got worse, James’s sons were allowed to come in to see their father to say good-bye. Five minutes later, James was gone. He died the morning of July 4th, 2008, the perfect day for an All-American dad.
Mason, James oldest son, stayed with his father afterwards, holding his hand and watching clips of baseball on the sports channels. His grandfather stayed with him, trying to find the words to comfort his grandson. Mason looked up at his grandpa with tears in his eyes and said, “Now I will never get to see a real Red Sox game with my dad.” His grandfather gathered Mason into his arms and promised him that somehow our family would get him to Boston to see a Red Sox game. His dad would not be able to be with him physically, but would always be with him in spirit and in his heart.
I am writing in hopes that there will be someone, somewhere that will read this story. Somehow, someway our family will find a way to get my brothers boys to a Red Sox game. With all the expenses of the funeral, we know that we may need help to try and make this the most memorable game we can for these boys. Someone reading this somewhere may be able to help, or maybe they know someone who knows someone who thinks they can help. Maybe you are a fan, a player, a little league coach, or a father who knows the feeling already of taking your sons to a professional ball field and watching your favorite players on the field.
As a sister of James, I am asking anyone who thinks they can help, or have any ideas to please contact me.
This letter is not meant to bring feelings of pity, but hopes that my nephews will be able to see that despite all that has happened to them in their young lives, there is still good in the world, and still things to look forward to. Their father would want them to live their lives to the fullest, just as he did. To always go after their dreams, despite hardships on the way. To reach for the stars, for it is there that their father awaits them.
Thank you Boston, we hope to be hearing from you soon.
Proud Sister of James W Taylor Jr.
Laurie (Taylor) Brady