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Niccole’s 911 call… (.mp3)

posted by: Doug,  June 27, 2007 @ 11:15 pm

When the call was made, I was mostly upstairs, getting Jazmin and Huckleberry out of the house, to get picked up by Gramma Lois.   Let me take you back to where we were that night.

When Taylor didnt get off the bus at the normal time, we started to wonder where he was.  We knew he was really upset, but figured he stayed in town with his friends or maybe was down at the beach sulking and chopping driftwood (like this - click here).  When more time rolled by and no friends knew where he was, we were really starting to worry.  We took the little kids in town to get some food and movies in preparation for a night of sheriff calls and searching.

Before we called him in as a missing person, we decided to check the house for clues and just to make sure.  I went downstairs and looked in the bedrooms and bathroom, finding nothing.  The last place to check was the basement.  I went in and turned on the lights.  As I came around the corner, I saw Taylor in a heap on the floor (his rope came undone).  At first I thought he was messing with me, kind of hiding.  I said ‘Taylor!’, taking a step towards him.  He didnt respond, and then I was scared.  I took another step towards him, saying louder this time ‘Taylor!’.  Now I was really scared.  I said his name a last time as I knelt down to touch him.  He was cold and stiff.  Oh no… No…  Niccole heard me, and was coming down to the basement.  I met her at the door saying ‘It’s bad, baby, it’s really bad.’  We turned around and went back into the basement with Taylor.

I cant really type how we felt next.

But we knew that we had to get the little kids out of there, so I called Gramma Lois, and told the kids to get in our car, at least they’d be out of there.  Although I went back down there with Niccole a couple times, I was mostly in charge of getting the little kids taken care of.

Hearing the CD today of the 911 call was goddam painful.

If you would like to download and hear the 911 call that Niccole made, click here.  Probly best to right click on it, and choose ‘Save Target as…’, save it to your desktop or whatever, then double click it.

2 Comments

  1. I listened to the 911 call and I started to cry. It’s such a shocking thing to listen to and I’m so sorry. So so so so sorry. You sounded so devasted and overwhelmed. I still can’t believe this happend. =[

    Comment by Lacey — July 16, 2007 @ 11:42 am


  2. Contact wiredguy and hand this site over. You sicken my stomach.

    Comment by Niccole — September 2, 2008 @ 1:10 am

Waitin’ for a Superman

posted by: Doug,  June 10, 2007 @ 7:11 pm

Waitin’ for a Superman – Flaming Lips 
>>>>>transposed to E

E                        F#m    B
asked you a question – I didnt need you to reply
E                     F#m           B
Is it gettin heavy? –       but then i realized

A           E
Is it gettin heavy?
F#m    C#m              D        A                   B
     well i thought it was allready as heavy as it could be.
E                   F#m     B
Is it overwhelming – to use a crane to crush a fly?
Its a good time for Superman – to lift the sun into the sky

(A,Ab)
bridge:
F#M       Abm    A            E
Tell everybody – waitin’ – for superman –
that they should try to hold on as best they can
he hasnt dropped them, forgot them, or anything.
it’s just too heavy for superman to lift

B  (F#-Ab-F#) E
(guitar – with verse)  Bridge, end
(B  (F#-Ab-F#) E

It’s OK

posted by: Doug,  June 9, 2007 @ 10:02 pm

It’s OK - Dead Moon
C G Am F

its ok we’ve all seen better days
its ok you don’t have to run and hide away
its ok (ok ok ok)
its ok yeah we love ya anyway

oh those reckless moments in life, when doubt is creepin in your head
feelin like you lost your youth and the dreams you’ve had are cold and dead
I can’t reach you anymore, its gonna take a different man
i can’t protect you like before, you slip beyond my hand

[chorus]

(arpeggio)
this is my chance, this is my life, and my hope in dark hours
this is my choice, this is my voice, there may be no tomorrow
this is my theme, this is my need, and my time to stand and preach
this is my step, this is my death, in a world demanding of me

[chorus]

i wish that i could light the path that leads to a life of no mistakes
hold ya from the damage done - that livin’ out of safety seems to make
i remember still the child in you as if only yesterday
it was easy to break through, we only had to kiss the pain away

 


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