On Tuesday night, I watched the How I Met Your Mother episodes concerning the death of Marshall’s father.
I’ve really never watched HIMYM, but for whatever reason I had this urge to subject myself to the heart wrenching scenes that are Alyson Hannigan crying because she’s so darn good at acting.
Anyways.
The funeral episode revolves around last words. Marshall is trying to remember what his father’s last words to him were, but everything he remembers are these unsentimental conversations, like “watch crocodile Dundee 3” or racial stereotypes about Koreans or a pocket-dial voicemail. He gets incredibly upset when he realizes that his mother and brothers all had these beautiful last moments with Marvin. After shouting to the clouds while the pocket-dial message from his father plays in the background, his father’s voice suddenly comes through in the inbox and—after apologizing for the butt dial—says that he loves him.
The whole point of this episode is exploring how important last words are to us. Even if we sit here and say they’re not, deep down the last words are incredibly powerful and lasting.
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Taylor Brown, a beloved member of the Susquehanna University community, departed from this earth very unexpectedly on Wednesday. Those of us who knew her are floating at all levels of devastated. Those who didn’t know her are acutely aware of her amazing impact on campus and how deeply we will miss her presence.
In the wake of this tragedy, all of us are desperately searching for something of hers to hold on to. I’m clinging to that ZTA graduation photo album on Facebook. Those are some of the final photos of her time here on earth; she looks absolutely beautiful in every single one. Even in the goofy photos, she is so perfectly Taylor. I’m clinging to memories of her in Charlie’s, where we hung out constantly, both on and off shifts. I’m clinging to Samoas. I’m clinging to bears. I’m clinging to the memory of her laugh, her voice, her excited little noise, and every memory I have of her saying “Sarah Holland!” with a little squeak, a million-watt smile, and a hug at the ready.
I don’t remember what my last words to Taylor were. Honestly, it was probably something about how amazing she was, and how proud I was of her, because the last time I saw her was right before her graduation. Although, I guess technically my last words to her were an unintelligible scream as her name was called and she sauntered across the graduation stage.
I don’t know if any of us remember our final words to her. But looking through the hundreds of status dedicated to the irreplaceable Taylor Brown, it’s very clear that we all remember very detailed, specific moments with her. And every single moment is so beautifully unique.
Losing Taylor is so hard because she was one of those rare people who intentionally went out of her way to ensure that everyone she met and had least one cherished memory with her. She cared about people, she understood people, and she made sure that if she was going to get to know you, than she was going to make a lasting impact on your life in either a large or small way.
She was genuine, 1007% unapologetically Taylor Holloway-Brown, and she never tried to be anything else. Yet another reason why her individualized memories mean so much: because we all know that they came from an honest and pure place, from the depths of Taylor’s very soul.
She was present. As MaryKate Wust put it, Taylor was a “steady rock” in our lives. She was ready with hugs, listening ears, advice, and words of comfort when times were hard. She was ready to drop honest truths when you needed to hear it, even when you didn’t want to hear it. It was easy to depend on her, for her loyalty was fierce and her compassion was ever flowing. Her emotional discipline was so impressive for someone her age, making her a secure and calm force in even the darkest of times. Any conversation you had with her, she was immersed completely; listening closely, ready with questions and answers and empathy and laughs. Taylor was ready to walk with you, even carry you, whenever you needed it.
Those memories, even if they weren’t our last of her, fill our souls and spirits with joy, love, and, for now at least, unparalleled grief. My heat is so heavy not only for all of us who knew her, but for the many, MANY people of this world who will never have the honor of knowing her. Because she was perfection, and she was unique, and she was powerful, and she was one of a kind.
Taylor always loudly proclaimed her love for people. She wasn’t afraid to tell you how much you meant to her. She wasn’t ashamed to love people completely and openly, with all of her heart. There were so many people she cared deeply for, and she let every single one of them know it. I don’t need her last words to know that I meant something to her; all I need to do is look back on our Facebook exchanges, or our pictures together, or remember the way she smiled when she saw me. I think the same goes for a lot of other people, too.
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Grieving is never easy. Nothing in this world could ever make grieving easy, because intense grief grows out of intense love. But at least this time it isn’t lonely. We have all been impacted by her. We are all in shock, despair, disbelief, denial, anguish, and everything else over the loss of such an amazing, beautiful, strong woman. But we are all in this together.
The network of support from fellow students, greek life, staff, and faculty of SU is stronger than I think I’ve ever seen it. We are all here for each other, to cry together, to scream together, to listen, to share stories, to distract ourselves, to do whatever we need in order to healthily work through our sorrow. The sparkling connections she forged and maintained are what’s going to keep all of us afloat. Even in death, she’s carrying us.
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I don’t know if I’ll ever be as genuine, kind, outgoing, witty, vivacious, intelligent, sassy, wise, and confident as Taylor was (and probably still is in the afterlife). But for her, I’ll try anything.
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