



Stephanie Tompkins mourns
the loss of her son, Army Sgt. Michael Taylor, along with her other son, Justin
Taylor, and her husband, Curtis Tompkins, left, on Monday. Sgt. Taylor, 23,
of Hockley, died Dec. 7 in an explosion near his truck in Iraq.
Billy Smith II: Houston
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On a societal level, Ed's song means to me that other parents who have lost their children in military wars will be recognized for their silent and unchosen sacrifice. Never have I felt so alone in my grief as I have with the death of my son. I gave him life and was supposed to be his protector. My hope is that all of these parents will hear and identify with "Letter to the Editor" and realize that they are not without sympathy and compassion. The lyrics perfectly express the rise of an American hero from the common people of America -- that faction of society that is, more often than not, unconsidered and disregarded by the levels of society above.
On a public level, Ed's song means to me that my son, Sergeant Michael Charles Taylor, will be remembered and memorialized for the chosen sacrifice that he made for his country, his family and his fellow man. I believe that all who give up their lives in the line of duty for their country should always be remembered and honored by every American who enjoys their day-to-day walk of freedom. In the dark days following my son's death, I could not even begin to consider him a "hero", as he was not just a soldier in my eyes but my living and breathing flesh and blood. Through Ed's song I was able to accept the great sacrifice that he made for all who live beneath the flag of freedom. Thanks to Ed I now believe that Michael is a great American hero as well my precious and beloved son.
On a personal level, Ed's song means to me a warm cloak of comfort which
will always be firmly wrapped around my shoulders and tied tightly beneath
my chin. I received his song on Christmas Eve, 2005, and upon hearing it,
knew that this man had captured the thoughts and feelings that I had been
experiencing for the better of two weeks, but could never find the words to
express. His intuition surrounding the life and attitude of Michael was uncanny.
In four minutes, my thoughts and feelings had been validated by a perfect
stranger, who I now consider my friend. "Letter to the Editor" continues
to sustain me as I trudge my way through this grieving process -- a grieving
process that will never be truly "over" until that glorious day
that I hold my beautiful, blue-eyed son in my arms again.