Haydon Keith Taylor
February 23, 1992 – February 25, 2018
Haydon Keith Taylor, 26, was born February 23, 1992, in Oklahoma City, to parents John F. and Michelle A. Taylor. He passed away on February 25, 2018.
Haydon enjoyed and participated in many sports; including wrestling, skiing, basketball, and football. He loved music, fishing, and spending time with his family, especially his cousins. His favorite place was the lake house on Tenkiller.
Haydon was preceded in death by his grandmother, Elreatha Busby, and great-grandparents, John & Dorothy Teague. He is survived by his parents; sister, Hallie Harkless & husband Kevin; grandparents, John Darryl & Marguerite “Cookie” Teague; uncle and aunt, Derrick & Julie Teague; cousins, Samantha & Ethan Teague; and numerous other family members and friends.
Viewing will be 4pm to 8pm, Sunday, at Memorial Park Funeral Home. A celebration of Haydon’s life will be 10am, Monday, at Memorial Park Funeral Home Chapel.
Memorial donations in Haydon’s honor may be made to National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) of Oklahoma at NAMIOklahoma.org or by mail to 3812 N Santa Fe Ave Suite 305, Oklahoma City, OK 73118.
- NAMI Oklahoma
- Visitation Sunday, March 4, 2018
- Funeral Service Monday, March 5, 2018
Haydon Keith Taylor
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March 4, 2018
I have no memory of life w/o Haydon and a thousand ones coming to mind. I want to write something beautiful but I'm afraid it would end up being a book.
I have a very specific memory of a sleepover we once had that's been replaying in my head for the past year or so for some reason- just us sitting on his bedroom floor playing this bizarre video game that I won't begin to describe. We had pizza that night. We watched Sleepy Hollow in his living room. Hallie and I stayed up past him and messed with him in his sleep, flashlights to the eyes etc, for quite some time. I don't know how our giggling didn't wake him up. I have no idea why this memory has kept replaying, but it has. Another strange replay is one of us catching lizards or whatever at the lake house- we named them "Speedy" and "Zippy". We were always on the phone. We were always in trouble and causing mischief.
My warmest memory is Haydon carrying me on his back in my dad's back yard before they built a neighborhood over all of the land. It was a sunflower field that went in to Martin Nature Park. We built a pile of leaves over a "cliff" that felt like a 10 food jump (it was probably only 3) and we would play pretend. He was Banjo the bear and I was Kazooie the bird, the dynamic video game duo. Silly string was our weapon of choice. The tall sunflowers were the bad guys and eventually the field was covered in silly string. The sun was warm, and beginning to set earlier. Everything had a warm golden tint to it, like a very long golden hour. Eventually it got cold so we went inside. This game continued on to the play ground at school, but was no where near as cool without our canned weapons of silly string.
Love is not enough to describe what I felt towards haydon, although he is also my first memore of telling someone I cared about "I love you" and I also remember that in detail. I did not know at the time that those words would be exchanged more times than we could possibly count, but I'm glad.