On 4/4/05, a beautifully sunny spring day I got up with my daughter, Taylor, who had turned two years old the previous day. I had just got off a 12 hour shift that ran from 4pm to 4am as a road deputy with the sheriffs office. It was a typical morning I got up and feed Taylor breakfast, gave her a bath, and we played for a little while. We had several chores to do on this particular day, so I gathered her diaper bag and some other items I needed for the day and put them in my personal car. My police car was parked behind my personal car which was in the garage, so I had to move it in order to leave. I left Taylor inside the house in order to move the car so that we could leave. I thought that I shut the door to the house all the way with her inside and maybe I did, but some how Taylor got outside without my knowledge. I got into my patrol car looked down for just a second or two in order to put some paperwork away. I then looked up, started the car, looked back over my shoulder, where I did not see any thing behind me, and I began to back up. I only backed up maybe a half a foot to a foot and I heard something under the car, so I pulled back forward. I remember thinking Taylor what did you leave under the car. At this point I opened the driver-side door, still thinking Taylor was inside the house, where I had left her. That was when I saw Taylor lying behind the car, with her arms up over her head. There was a pool of blood coming from the back of her head, her eyes were open and her pupils were blown. Taylor was not moving or breathing. Taylors Mr. Potato Head was scattered all over the driveway. I immediately called 911 and got EMS on the way. I started to give Taylor CPR, even though I knew through my experience as a law enforcement officer she was dead. Now, I have given people CPR before senator, but I assure you it does not get anymore traumatic then giving it to your own child.

Taylor