Don Taylor
Bonnie came to us from the Baby Fold when she was four. She was skinny, and could not talk or walk. She was autistic and had other undefined developmental issues along with some other challenging health conditions.
Yet, she thrived!
Bonnie had three women in her life that were her anchors. First, my long- suffering kind- hearted mother. Then after my mother's death in 1984, my wonderful, caring sister, Barbara, became Bonnie's next anchor for over 20 years.
Throughout most of Bonnie's life going clear back to the 70s, Bonnie had a growing friendship with Barbara’s daughter Julie (my niece), who became her third anchor until her final days on this earth. Julie knew Bonnie better than anyone. She was there to assure that Bonnie could continue living as independently as possible, to manage her health care and financial needs, and to make difficult decisions during the last years of her life. They were the closest of friends. It was through Julie that I learned so much about Bonnie--a beautiful, unique human being.
It was because of these kind, caring, women--her three anchors--that Bonnie was able to have the best possible life.