30, of Bronx, N.Y.; assigned to the 27th Infantry Brigade Combat Team, New York Army National Guard, Syracuse, N.Y.; died Oct. 22 in Bela Ba Luk, Afghanistan, of wounds sustained when his vehicle encountered an improvised explosive device.
To honor SPC Deon Taylor, Ms. Rose Staton retrieved this rock from a collection of stones that Deon and the family found in Pease Brook, a stream that runs behind our farmhouse. I can’t remember which of the three kids found it, but we carried it home because we loved its smooth, speckled Fjord like appearance. We used it for a door-stop all the years Deon was with us, and even now that he is gone, the stone sits waiting to keep a door from closing on a warm July day.   We miss Dee so much. It is amazing how many objects hold meaning and memories. Thank you for this project that allows for Deon and all the Fallen to keep climbing mountains and scaling obstacles.
Deon has always been our hero. He came into our lives through the Fresh Air Program when he was just eight years old. In 1986, this brave boy left his equally courageous New York family to stay with strangers in Lexington, Maine. For each summer after, Deon joined our family for four weeks to ride bikes, build forts, and forge rock bedded streams. I thought our family could make a difference in this skinny, inner city kidâs life. We had no idea of the thousands of ways this boy would make our lives richer. Over the next eight years Deon became more than a visiting child, he became a son to me and a brother to Micheal and Michelle. He became a grandson, a cousin, a friend, and an inspiration.
At age sixteen, Deon could no longer participate in the Fresh Air Program; instead it was decided that he would move to Maine to finish high school. For the next two years, life reversed; Deon lived with us from September to June and returned to New York from June through August. Raising three teenagers was the most challenging and rewarding years of my life. I will cherish the memories I have of Deon, Micheal and Michelle learning and growing together; I will feel forever enriched to have had him as a son.
I hope that as you carry his stone, Deon finds a way to make a difference in you life as well. His smile was big; his laugh was infectious; donât tell anyone but he loved Randy Travisâs song âForever and Ever Amen.â He loved to boogie down earning him the nickname, âBoogieâ . He could and has eaten a plate of cheeseburger; he hated insect; he lived to play basketball; he didnât like beach sand between his toes, but would swim in the surf until his lips were blue; he wasnât crazy about hiking, but he loved the view from the top.
Thank you for keeping Deonâs spirit alive. It means so much to know that his story will continue. As Deonâs rock becomes heavy and unbearable, I want you to think of the many weights he carried before he became an American heroâs name engraved on a Maine stone. As a boy living in the Bronx, Deon overcame many challenges: He helped take care of his mother Pam who had kidney failure, spending four hours a day five times a week on dialysis machine. The Bronx streets Deon walked, offered drugs, violence and prejudice; he refused to participate.
Shortly after graduating from Carrabec High School in North Anson, Maine, Deon returned to the city to attend college. But when his beautiful sister, Shaundel, died he needed a compass to direct his future, so he joined the Army. After finishing his military commitment, Deon completed his degree in criminal justice and joined the New York City Police Department. Then in 2001, Deon witnessed the pain and devastation of the Twin Towersâ collapse and thousands of deaths; Deon felt it a duty to defend his city and country. He signed up for his first tour in Afghanistan. He left his New York family, his Maine family, and his sweet son DaRue to protect the citizens of the United States and to train Afghani soldiers. Deon believed by training Afghani men, he made villages there safe for women and children. After a year, Deon returned to the NYC streets as an undercover, narcotic detective working to make his borough a safer place to live and work. He continued taking care of his mother and son, and met his fiancĂ© Caitlin. But Deon felt his work in Afghanistan was incomplete, so he signed up for a second tour.
Put yourself with Dee in the hot, dry desert, far from the people you love, training people who do not speak your language or share your beliefs. You travel over roads that conceal IEDs. You know the dangers, yet you are still willing to risk it all so others will have the opportunity for freedom, justice and equality.
Just a month before Deon was to return home, he volunteered to take another soldierâs security detail. Deonâs friend needed a substitute, so he could return his cousinâs body to the United States and to attend the funeral. On October 22, 2008, Deon volunteered to be sitting in another soldierâs seat. The Hum-Vee he was traveling in drove onto an explosive device and was torn apart, killing Deon and four other soldiers. As Deonâs Maine Mom, I try to think of where I was and what I was doing the moment that Deon sacrificed it all. I hope whatever in was, it held meaning and purpose. This rock that bears Deeâs name represents his strength and purpose; a purpose you can carry forward, that you are now a part of. Thank you.
Soldiers leave behind mothers, sisters, brothers, wives, fiancés, sons and daughters. They sacrifice comfort and security to protect and defend the philosophy of a red, white and blue flag. Please make these sacrifices count; order the plate of cheeseburgers, jump in the surf and enjoy the view from the summit!
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Oh what a memory of that young man!!
On 25 DEC, Kirsten White wrote —
To the family of SPC Deon Taylor:
My sisters and I have a tradition of hiking Borestone Mountain on Christmas day. We never know what the weather or the terrain will be like, but we head out looking for adventure no matter what we may find. This year, I was honored to carry the stone of SPC Deon Taylor on our trek. It was raining and foggy all morning, but we hoped for the best as we left the house. By the time we reached the trail head, the clouds had parted and the sun warmed us as we bundled up and started our ascent. We each hiked at our own pace, which gave me some time to think about the weight in my backpack and the life of SPC Taylor. In many ways, he was a man of two worlds, his young life in his native Bronx juxtaposed with his time as a boy in Maine, where he explored the rock-bedded stream in which the stone in my backpack bearing his initials was discovered. Later in life he leapt headlong into another world where he would serve his country with the sense of service over self unique to our service members and firmly ingrained in Deon. I hiked with heightened senses, listening intently to the sights, sounds and smells around me, as I imagined Deon would every time he returned to Maine for another summer. I have hiked Borestone countless times, but I had never before noticed the many brooks and streams that run alongside and crisscross the trail. The past few days were unusually warm for a Maine December, and the water runoff made them much more apparent, like those I envisioned Deon discovering behind is Maine family’s farmhouse.
Deon loved the view from a mountain summit, so I kept up a pace that would allow us to enjoy it together at just the right moment when the sun is low enough to throw brilliant colors across the sky. We paused at waterfalls and overlooks during our ascent to take in the view. I have never seen a view quite like the one that greeted us at the summit. The sky was a breathtaking purple and peeked around the clouds casting magnificent shadows on the valley of trees and lakes below. As the wind whipped around us, I imagined Deon and his big smile taking it all in, and I am so grateful to have shared that experience with his stone.
I hung back during our descent, hiking most of it on my own. I thought of how Deon made so many sacrifices for others in his life – and surmounted so many obstacles. The city streets he grew up on could have lured him to a much different life. But Deon’s focus was on taking care of his ailing mother, and pursuing an education and a life of service. As sunset turned to dusk and the woods darkened around me, I focused on the sound of the brooks along the trail, the gentle wind, and the soft crunch of the snow under my boots. I did not feel alone. With Deon’s heavy stone in my pack, this young man who grew into a fierce and kind-hearted protector – a detective patrolling New York City streets and a soldier training Afghan police a world away – felt like a guardian alongside me.
I will always cherish this Christmas, most of all because of my few hours hiking to the Borestone summit with the memory of SPC Deon Taylor. Thank you for sharing his memory with all of us and giving me the opportunity to enjoy the view from the summit in his honor.
Dear Kristen,
I am Deon’s Maine mom. Thank you so much for carrying Deon on your Christmas journey. He loved family traditions. me He taught me how to make his favorite short ribs recipe for a Christmas dinner. Baked ham was not what his family in New York was eating and neither would we. We have friends in Elliotsville and have hiked some in the area but never Borestone. Now Deon’s spirit has been there, I’ll have to reach the summit. What a beautiful family tradition! Family is sacred; I am glad you take to enjoy the view with yours. God bless you and yours.
Rose Staton
To the family and Maine Mom of Spc. Deon L. Taylor,
I would informally like to introduce myself. My name is Sarah Connelly, and I will be blessed this upcoming March 6th of 2015 by carrying the stone you have provided in memory of Deon L. Taylor. His story, your story, touches my heart. I have come from a similar program as an African American, moved in with a loving family (whom has now adopted me)– and I feel as though it was fate I carry on Deon’s story.
It is hard to find people like Deon. A man who wanted to help not only the ones he knew and loved, but to protect the ones he never met. A man who VOLUNTEERED his life, his contribution, again and again is beyond what I thought was human. Deon is a special man, that we don’t often come across.
As I trek through The Summit Project this March, I will promise you that I share his story in celebration. That I make it clear to all whom are listening, this man is not to be grieved, but HIGHLY praised. I thank you and your family who saved him from the very beginning. Deon is a man to be glorified. I ensure you, he will NEVER be forgotten.
To the FAMILIES of Deon L. Taylor,
It’s me again, Sarah Connelly. The last time I got the chance to write to you about Deon was late February. As it is now late March, it feels as if the first letter I wrote was years ago. By now The Summit Project that took place at the University of Southern Maine has past– but Deon’s spirit along side me, has not. It is surprising how much an impact a man can have over someone he has never met, and Deon has done just that.
The trek that windy Friday morning was long, chilling, but rewarding. I was not sure if I would be able to complete the mission without a break, without some warmth, without close friends. I will not lie, I was tempted to say “I need assistance” when the TSP leaders offered it every so often. I wasn’t sure why I kept quiet, but I did. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but it was something. I could not figure what kept me going so long– what got me to that finish mark, to that group of people praising us for our contribution, to that seat inside waiting for myself.
And that is when I realized that seat at the end of the trek was not my seat, but Deon’s– and that is why I did not stop. It is hard to explain what I felt that cold day, but what I can say is, Deon was there. He kept my legs moving, my body warm, and my mind determined.
It was the point where we stood in front a crowd of volunteers, of lovings families, of co-workers and friends that I recognized Deon is STILL helping people.. That he isn’t gone. His intentions, his motivation, his thirst to provide was still alive– and it was within me.
That day I did not carry a ‘stone’. I did not carry a ‘memory’. I carried Deon, and he carried me. There is a lot to say about a man who makes a great first impression– especially when he isn’t even present.
It was an HONOR to serve him, his family, to share his story amongst others, and to ensure that Maine Veterans are NEVER Forgotten.
Dear Sarah,
Thank you so much for your service to Deon on March 6th. I was so disheartened to not be there to receive the stone after your long, cold hike. My mother was coming to the end of a long illness and I couldn’t leave her. Your words about Deon made me cry. It is such an indescribable blessing to know his spirit can still make a difference for others. I love that you chose Deon’s stone because of your similar stories. I am sure the your adoptive family has made a difference in your life, but I hope you understand that YOU have made an equally important difference in theirs and now in mine. You and Deon are gifts to us.
Deon did always make a big first impression. The first summer he came to Maine and stepped off the bus from New York, I received my first Deon hug. Then my embrace engulfed him; by the time he left at age eighteen his hugs engulfed me. I can feel his hug now as I write these lines. His care and affection carried me many times. I am so glad they carried you too. Thank you so much for carrying Deon with you; his strenght and your participation are a comfort. You now have more family in Highland, Maine! Feel free to stay in touch. I would love to hear how you forge your path.
Rock On Sarah— Love, Rose Church Staton
To the families of Army Specialist Deon Taylor:
I carried the engraved stone of Army Specialist Deon Taylor to the top of The Owl peak, Baxter State Park, on Memorial Day weekend, 2015. As a former Baxter State Park ranger, I knew the trail well, but never had the climb been so meaningful, so memorable. For the stone in my pack represented nothing less than an entire life given to the service of family and country, and to the devotion of duty. As I hiked with the other members of Team Blue, following the rushing waters of Katahdin Stream, as they tumbled down from the mountains through the dark green forest of spruce and fir, I thought of the extraordinary way in which Specialist Deon Taylor took part in this life — as a NYC police officer and undercover detective, and as a soldier with two tours of duty in Afghanistan. Clearly Specialist Taylor was destined to be a participate in large events on the world stage.
And yet, from the way his Maine Mom, Ms. Rose Staton, described Deon’s life with her family in Lexington Township, Maine, from the time he first arrived at age 8 in the Fresh Air program, until his graduation from Carrabec High school in North Anson, Maine, it struck me that Deon must have been a typical kid, who could effortlessly live in the moment, finding his fun in the woods, fields and streams around his Maine family’s farmhouse.
Looking back on that Sunday, I do not remember the hardship of trudging ever upward with Deon’s stone in my pack. The day was cool, breezy, with dramatic fleecy clouds racing along the summit ridge. I felt buoyed by my team mates, all of us caught up in the spirit of our mission. And the ceremony on the peak, when we held the stones of our fallen soldiers in our hands and spoke the words that were in our hearts, filled me with its solemn beauty.
Looking back on the biography of Specialist Deon Taylor, one thought has stayed with me — a thought I shared with his Maine Mom, Rose Staton, when I passed her the stone of her son at the end of that magnificent day on a Maine mountain: Deon must have breathed deeply of the Maine landscape from the time he first arrived as an eight year old. Over the years he kept returning to the Pine Tree State. I’d like to think that his experience here gave him the strength to do what he needed to get done in his short life and that Maine became for him a soul-resting place — a place where he knew he could always return.
–Paul Corrigan
Dear Paul,
Thank you so much for your service to Deon on Memorial Weekend. It is such an blessing to know Dee’s spirit can still make a difference for others and that there are people like yourself who will sacrifice time and energy for our sons and daughters. Deon found comfort in two worlds—his city streets of New York and his country trails in Maine. He taught me so much, as do so many if open ourselves to the experience. I carried Deon’s stone for eighteen miles last October. My foot needed surgery and I honestly thought I could not take another step. The group I was walking with stopped beside a enormous stone wall monument. We place the Summit stones on the wall, gathered in a circle and linked hands. Each in turn said a prayer for someone we were concerned about. It was so moving to feel the energy of each other’s prayers and the energy of the Fallen Soldiers surrounding us. After tears and time for contemplation, we packed the stones. Deon’s stone went back in my packed and I continued with a renewed determination to complete the walk. He didn’t seem to weigh a thing. Thank you again for the many steps you took to bring Deon to yet another Maine summit! Rock On Paul— Love, Rose Church Staton
A month ago, I had the honor of carrying Army Spc. Deon L. Taylorâs stone with me from Maine to Fort Sill, Oklahoma. When I first heard about The Summit Project two years ago, I was very touched with what this organization meant to the many families in Maine who have suffered. At that time, I had no idea that I would one day be a small part of this project.
When my baby decided to join the army and we were at MEPS in Portland for her swearing in, I saw many of the stones for The Summit Project. That very day, I decided I wanted to do something in remembrance of someone who gave his or her life for me and my country. I am not an athlete, nor do I hike, bike or run; but I knew that I was going to do something. I decided I wanted to bring someoneâs stone with me to Emilyâs BCT graduation.
Several weeks before I was to leave, I went to The Summit Projectâs website and started my search. I decided that I wanted to bring a fallen army soldier with me. I started at the top and read each profile. When I got to Deanâs profile, I was very moved. Deon came to Maine from NYC for summers for many years through the Fresh Air Program. Another program, which has intrigued me over the years. To be able to take a young person off the streets of NYC and bring them to Maine for a few months is very special. Deon met many struggles through his young life and in different ways than Deon; my daughter also has struggled through these past few years. Deon was a strong person and overcame many obstacles and I know that Emily is also a very strong young woman and will be able to overcome and grow through the army.
I was proud and honored to be able to carry Deonâs stone with me in my travels. Once I arrived at Fort Sill, I set up a small memorial for him in the suite. I had told Emily about Deon before I left Maine and she was very honored to hold his stone and read more about him. Each time I talked about Deon during my trip and even now, a month later, I am so proud to have been able to bring Deon with me and I know that I needed Deon to travel with me.
I want to thank everyone involved in The Summit Project and I especially want to
Thank Deonâs âMaineâ Mom for sharing his story.
May God Bless All!
Army Strong!
Dear Rose, Michelle and Michael,
I remember last year during TSP at ANP, when this voice behind me in the restroom asked me if I was Tyler Maynardâs sister. Surprised to turn around and see Michelle standing there. When she told me why she was there, I immediately thought it was Michael. But she was quick to tell me it was because you had lost Deon. Despite the fact our high school was small and Deon was just one year behind me, I confess, I could not recall him. Knowing what I know nowâŠI wish I could have. High school was not the best time in my life and as a result, I blocked much of those years and even the people at school from my memory. It hasnât been until recent years that I have started thinking back on that time.
Rose, I told you at ANP last year, I would be sure to carry Deonâs stone this year and I find it ironic that I did so almost exactly one year to the day I had told you that. Did I ever tell you that one of my teammates from ANP last year is the one who carried Deonâs stone that day? I feel like Deon and I have come full circle.
This fall, I had put together a team of 12 walkers for a 5K held on Sunday September, 27, 2015 in Bangor and we were all walking with TSP stones. Since I was Team Lead, I had all the stones at my house for a few days. The night before the walk, I took Deonâs stone out and set it on my kitchen table. Then I held it in my hands. I thought about how Deon’s life was much like his stone…there were rough patches, but there were also smooth spots. There were dark shadowy times, but also bright shiny moments. I thought about the fact that he could have been the one to pick that stone up and bring it back to the house. He could have stubbed his toe on it going through the door. I thought about the times he and I passed each other in the school hall and sat in the same assemblies or were in the cafeteria for the same lunch period. These thoughts weigh heavy on my heart and mind knowing that I had ample opportunity to get to know Deon and did not take the chance. My shyness and insecurities prevented me from getting to know a lot of incredible people, Deon being one of them. For that I apologize. I want you to know that I felt all 7 pounds of Deonâs stone in my pack during the 5K, but it was the weight of missed memories that made this 5K a challenge.
Throughout the 5K I thought of Deonâs strength in adversity and his desire to help others and to make this world a better place to live. In honor of him, I will strive to make a positive difference in this life, to help my fellow mankind. Before I finish this letter, I would like to share something that I told my team during the stone ceremony after the 5K. âI once again find myself wishing I could go back in time, but go back as the person I am todayâŠwith my head up and my eyes and heart open. To take notice of every person around meâŠtheir lives and stories being interesting and unique.â Sometimes in life we get wrapped up in our own surroundings and forget to take a look around. Carrying Deonâs stone reminded me to slow down. There are remarkable people in this life, we just need to take the time notice them. SPC Deon Taylor, fellow Carrabec Cobra, is NOT forgotten!
Much love and blessings,
Heather (Maynard) Audet
Dear Rose, Michelle, and Michael,
I have been thinking about how to put into words everything I experienced last weekend at TSP at ANP, and about Deon. I did not come into this experience lightly. I really wanted to get to know the man Deon was. I read over and over the eloquently woven story about Deonâs life that you wrote. His story screamed at me âTHIS IS YOUR GUY!â, the parallels were clear â the psychology element with the Fresh Air Program (I am a School Psychologist Specialist), the law enforcement element (I am married to a Police Officer), and the other surface level commonalities (cheeseburgers, dislike of bugs, big personalities, close in ages, children close in age). I had no idea how all of this would end up leaving me feeling, the impression that remains like a tattoo.
When I arrived at Base Camp the morning of the hike, I could not wait to see what Deonâs memory stone looked like in person. Team Bubbleâs table housed so many stones differing in sizes, shapes, and colors. As I scanned across the table my eye caught a large, black speckled stone in the back corner of the table. I knew in an instant that it was Deonâs. You described it so well on the TSP site. I am a small person so on the surface the size and weight of Deonâs stone appears comical. However, I smiled for a different reason, the size and weight of Deonâs stone was fitting. I kept saying âa big personality has to have a big stoneâ, and Deonâs did not disappoint.
I was frequently reminded of Deon while we hiked up Cadillac Mountain. I bent my body around trees and branches like I was in the Matrix in order to avoid any hot spots for bugs, like Deon would have I imagine. I have a fear of heights. A teammate remarked not to come near the edge of an overlook because it was very high up. Normally, I would have been shaking and totally stayed away from the edge at all costs. However, I did not hesitate to walk over. I wanted to see the view below and the beautiful landscape that can only be appreciated from that high up. I never felt that warm rush of fear as I gazed out, only appreciation and calmness for what we were witnessing. The mountain surface turned into slippery sheets of rock at different points that we had to âbilly goatâ across, which forced me to lean over and sideways scale across this surface. The weight of Deonâs stone in my pack helped to level and hold my body so I could easily move across the terrain like a spider monkey. It was if he were there with me arms stretched out holding onto me, guiding me safely across.
When we arrived back at Base Camp to meet the families and present the stones, it was overwhelming. I kept scanning the crowd wondering if you were there and what you looked like. Just prior to stepping out into the center of the circle, Major Dave told me that he did not think you were there. When all three of you came out, I felt this flood of pride and honor come over me. There you were in real life, people who knew and loved Deon and people he knew and loved back. I was grinning from ear to ear, fighting back tears because I knew there was still this large sense of loss for you. I am so thankful that I was able to eat with you. I enjoyed watching your faces as you reminisced and shared more about the man Deon was through your memories â the home video of him at the ocean, his ironing of all clothing even sweat pants, and how âsmoothâ he was. Thank you for sharing about yourselves as well. I felt so welcomed with the hugs and laughs we shared. Hiking with his stone and story was only half of the experience, meeting you was the crux of everything. It was as if Deon were there himself living through you.
I see Deon all around me now â in the friends I made on the hike, in the autumn landscape, in the ocean, when I see an iron. I plan to carry Deon (or more likely he will carry me) with me when I run my second Boston Marathon in April 2016 by writing his initials on the back of my running shoes. It may seem like a small tribute, but having him with me on that journey is very important to me. It is a small reminder to go for it, live with strength and purpose. Donât back down.
In the end, what started as a manâs âstoryâ with commonalties to my own grew into a connection, a bond. He will live on forever in the hearts and minds of all that encounter him. We all carry with us now the strength and purpose that Deon strived for. Thank you so much for loving Deon and for making me feel welcomed. Rose, I wish you luck and success with finishing the anthology and with pursuing your creative writing dream. Michelle and Michael, I wish you nothing but happiness and success in life! We are family now.
Keep in touch!
Hollie Corbett
To the Maine family of Spc. Deon L. Taylor,
I had the privilege of hiking to the top of Mt. Bradbury carrying a rock in honor of soldier Deon L. Taylor. At first I was assigned a different soldier to learn about, but my teacher gave me Deon’s rock to carry. As I was reading about Deon’s life and experiences I learned about his family and loved ones and the sacrifices he made in his life for people like me.
Learning about Deon or “Dee” was a great experience. As I was reading the letter written by his Maine Mom, I learned that he initially grew up in the Bronx and first met his Maine family through the Fresh Air Program. After getting to a certain age he decided to make the decision to finish the rest of his high school career in Maine. Deon reminded me of myself and the person I want to be. He loved to play basketball and he loved to dance which reminds me of myself, but I also want to be the type of person Deon was. The type of person that would put everyone else before himself, his family, his fellow soldiers, and his country.
Deon put his life’s work into helping others and trying to make the world a better and safer place. After Deon’s first tour he came home and was a Narcotics detective. After feeling his job wasn’t finished over seas with helping the women and children in the villages and with training of Afghani soldiers, he went back for his second tour. Unfortunately a friend of Deon’s cousin died and Deon volunteered to take his place so that the soldier could bring his cousin’s body home and to attend the funeral. Taking place of that soldier, Deon passed away because of an IED while driving in a Hum-Vee.
Carrying Deon with me as I climbed my first mountain was a privilege. As I reached the top I went to the edge of the mountain and sat down with Deon next to me so we both could enjoy the view. Hearing Deon’s story changed the way I perceive life. I look at life, friends, and family as a gift because you never know when it’ll come to an end. I want to live life the way Deon did, putting everyone and everything before himself. I would have loved to meet the brave soldier Deon was. So I thank you for giving me the chance to carry Spc. Deon L. Taylor with me. I’m glad I got to share the view with him.
Forever in my thoughts,
Jordyn Reynolds
To Rose, and the Maine Family of Spc. Deon L. Taylor:
Thank you for this beautiful reminder to live life with eyes wide open. To be awake to wonder. To appreciate the cold, the exhaustion, the rain, the simple act of being alive.
Deon’s favorite song, performed on ukulele: https://youtu.be/__AQM_t9UGo
My thoughts, my heart, my experience with Deon in the Peruvian Andes: https://findingpetronella.com/2016/05/28/deon/
All love,
Jenny O’Connell
I Jenny. I it comes close to the anniversary of Deon death, I’ve been reviewing comments on the Summit page. Your’s always makes me cry and smile. Keep living strong Girl. Rose
On Memorial Day this year, I did my first [real] Maine hike, and was honored to carry Deon’s stone.
Deonâs story really resonated with me. Having moved to Maine 5 years ago, I know the feeling of coming to this state, experiencing the air, water, land and space, and knowing that you could choose this as your home. While it was clear Deon had challenges in his life, I shared a sense of being lucky, as he was, to get to experience Maine and call it home. And it was an amazing story, how lucky he was to have a family here open up their arms and embrace him, making this a home for him. That was the first thing that struck me about his story, and how Iâve chose Maine as my home as well.
I, like many countless Americans, also have very close connections to 9/11. To know that Deon was there, playing a role in helping support the city during that time, and what it inspired him to do, had a meaningful impact on me. He truly lived a full life of service, in many different ways. Going back to the army, as a reaction to 9/11, is something incredibly powerful to think about. All service is an incredible gift, but as I think about my own reaction after 9/11, and the overwhelming desire to want to DO something, I can imagine what it would mean to be able to go fight in direct reaction to that attack.
More so than the life of service Deon lived, I thought mostly of his life in Maine. The wilderness, the lake, the overwhelming trees, and then the freedom of getting to the top, and seeing the vastness of the world spreading out below. This is what I think about, as someone coming from the city and seeing the vastness of Maine. Picking this as his home. I am sure he thought of Maine many times as he was far away, and I thought of how connected that can make us to people we have never met. Iâm thankful to his family for putting forward his stone, and Iâm glad to know his story. I will think of him often, as I know all his loved ones do.
To the family and friends of Deon,
Today Angel Matson and I hiked up Table Rock Mountain in Maine with 30 children who all have a parent or sibling currently serving in the military. They carried 24 stones up the mountain today. Here is a letter from the campers that had the honor of carrying your hero.
“Today I carried Leon up the mountain with me. I was very honored to to that. It was such a great experience. I am sorry to hear about your loss. He was very strong and powerful person. He was brave, happy, and cheerful. Thank you for being a part of this.
Love, Caleb”
Thanks for taking the time to learn about our son. Write to your military person often to let them know how much you love and miss them. Prayers for safe journeys to you and family.
Dear Friends and Family of Spc. Deon L. Taylor,
I had the honor of hiking Borestone Mountain this past weekend with a group of special friends from Foxcroft Academy. I was introduced to The Summit Project by one of my best friends, Kirsten White, who has also carried Deon’s stone up Borestone Mountain previously. As I read Deon’s story, I was humbled by his commitment to public service and willingness to put others before himself. Just a day before our ascent up Borestone Mountain, I was hiking through a shallow river bed near my childhood home in rural Maine, with by daughter, Emma (age 8 – who also carried Deon’s stone) and found joy in gathering slate and other beautiful stones rubbed smooth from the water, just as Deon did many years ago when he found the stone that now bears his name. Carrying that same stone up Borestone Mountain the following day reminded me of his sacrifice. Deon was a protector, in the military and also on the police force. I am proud to continue to keep his memory alive, to speak of the person he was as an “adopted son of Maine”, veteran and public protector. Deon’s memory continues on – as we hike in the fresh air, sweat and work hard to attain each summit and enjoy the view from above. Thank you for sharing Deon’s story and allowing me and my daughter to keep his story alive. I am humbled and proud to have taken part in The Summit Project. Love and prayers,
Jen and Emma
I was honored to carry the story and the stone of Deon Taylor while my son carried the story and stone of Joel House on October 1, 2016. I have been participating in TSP for the past two years, escorting the stones so they can be carried up Katahdin as a Trooper with the Maine State Police. In the spring of 2016, I introduced my family to this wonderful project because it was that important to me. They immediately embraced it as I did. My son Colby continued to ask me in the weeks that followed his introduction to the project if he could carry a stone of a fallen hero to the top of Katahdin. I told him we would hike Cadillac first, and if he took it serious, he could hike Katahdin in the spring of 2017.
My son, Colby, and I signed up as hikers in the summer of 2016 to hike Cadillac. We could not have been more excited to participate. In August of 2016, we were given our assignments. I was assigned Deon Taylor while Colby was assigned to Joel House, the brother of one of my best friends, and the Uncle of one of Colbyâs best friends.
We began exploring as much research on the heroes that we could find. I started reading Taylorâs story and it sounded all too familiar. Taylor was a NYC native who grew up just a few towns away from where I grew up. Taylor loved the outdoors and visited Maine through the âfresh airâ program. I, too, visited Maine while growing up. As I continued to research Taylor I found that he was a narcotics detective as was I. I learned that Taylor was killed in Afghanistan by an IED after taking the place of a fellow soldier.
As for Colbyâs research, I explained as much to him as I knew about Joel and his wonderful family. We watched YouTube videos, read various articles, and I went over everything I could recall that was said during Joelâs funeral, eulogy, and celebration of his life in Lee, Maine. He soaked it up like a sponge.
Colby and I traveled 3.5 hours to get to the campground where we were going to sleep just a few hours before the hike. We knew that we were going to be tired; however, I reminded him that we had a mission that we could not fail at. We continued to talk about our heroes and the families that were depending on us on the ride up.
On the morning of the hike, Colby and I were honored to receive our stones. We saw them at the same time. It was humbling. I looked at Colby and knew he felt the same way I did. For those who donât know Colby, he is a clown 100% of the time. But that morning he had a STONE face. He was ready. I reminded him again of how important the mission was, and that complaining or failing was not an option. I did not have to remind him again.
As we hiked the Cadillac, we shared stories with other people on our hiking team; some immediate family members of the stones that they were carrying. We enjoyed the views and continued to think about the stones we were carrying for just a short period of time, as opposed to the families of the fallen that bear the burden for life.
Once at the top, we had THEIR ceremony. I canât describe how we felt. You have to take part in it to know. After the ceremony, Colby was given a challenge coin with Joelâs picture on it by Joelâs brother, Luke House. Joel will be remembered everyday as Colby keeps the coin in his room and cherishes it.
As for Deon, everything I have read about you leads me to believe that you were a leader. You will be remembered as you will have a spot on the wall in my office in Portland where you can continue to look over others, and enjoy Maine. Deon, I know your âMaine momâ said you didnât like to hike, but you enjoyed the views. I hope TSP has provided you with a good show every time. Until next timeâŠ
Thomas and Colby, Thank you so much for making Deon and Joel’s spirit a part of your life. I love that they still can move people. As it is coming close to the anniversary of Deon’s death I needed to read this. Keep making memories together; they are a joy forever.
To the family and friends of Spe. Deon L. Taylor:
My name is Laureen Libby I had the honor and pleasure of carrying Deon on two occasions this past week-once to the top of Blue Hill Mountain and once again during the 3rd Annual Veteran’s Day Remembrance 4-mile race. My experience learning about, sharing about, and carrying Deon up Blue Hill Mountain on Veteran’s Day, along with other Summit Project stone carriers and my twin daughters, was a life-changing experience. It was a beautifully windy, gorgeous fall day in Maine-I couldn’t help but think of what Deon would have thought of a day like that when he first set foot in Maine at age 8, the golden leaves covering the trail, the view of the ocean and trees as we made our way to the summit. As I carried him in my hands, as we walked the trail together, I couldn’t help but imagine holding his small hand as a child along a hike during his younger years in Maine. As the hike continued upward, among friends and family around me, I could imagine Deon with us, enjoying his family and friends among the many adventures you all must’ve shared together. When we made it to the top of the mountain, I had the opportunity to share with our group about Deon and his life. The first thing that struck me about his stone was the fact that we were both born in the same year â 1977. As I shared with the group, I I couldn’t help but wonder what I had been doing when he came to Maine to go to high school, or when he decided to join the army, or when he finished college, or when he became an undercover narcotics officer, or what he was doing in Afghanistan during his tour. One thing was for sure about him â he spent his life living it to the fullest and protecting his Country both at home and abroad so willingly and courageously. Once everyone had had an opportunity to share about their respective soldiers, I had the opportunity to have a moment of quiet reflection with Deon. As I held his stone in my hands and felt the weight of it, I felt his weight and his burdens in life. I felt a bond, and a friendship and I thanked him for all the sacrifices he made so my daughters could live in a country that was safer and better.
Two days later, I was reunited with my friend Deon as I carried him during the third annual Veterans Day remembrance 4-mile race. This time, I felt like I was meeting a friend and we were running this race together when I picked up his stone. I remember saying “I’ve got you, Deon”, and as I started the race, my heart and mind flooded with all of the wonderful things I knew about his life â that he loved to dance, that he loved the ocean, that he gave great hugs and that he such a warm smile. Not only did I carry those memories with me from his family and friends in my heart and mind as we ran, I also thought about how he courageously gave his life protecting our freedom, and so willingly. As I made my way through mile 3, the sun shone brightly on my face and eyes, and Deon’s stone became heavy and very hard to run with. My only thought was, how many times did he also feel like this in his life â tired, heavy, wanting to give up. But he didn’t â and I couldn’t either for him. When I approached the finish line, I saw my children waiting on the side of the road cheering me on and I was reminded again of the special bond that families share and the immeasurable love that families have for one another, and I remembered all of Deon’s family and friends at that time, how you all loved him and continue to love him so. I hoisted his stone above my head and cross the finish line, tears streaming down my face for the memory of a man that I never knew in person but felt so close to at that moment.
I will always carry Deon’s story, his memory, and his courageousness with me in my heart from now on. I found that when I had to return the stone to the summit project, I had a very difficult time letting him go, as all of you must deal with on a daily basis. My life will be forever changed by the experiences I had carrying his stone. Now, we are friends. As his favorite song “Forever and Ever, Amen” says, I will carry him with me in my heart forever.
Thank you Lauren Libby. Deon gave me so many gray hair moments when he was a teen living with our family. It’s those trials now that make me laugh and cry. They are the stories we tell and retell around the dinner table. Now, you are a part of our family of telling Dee’s story.
Thank you for carrying Dee’s spirit on Veteran’s Day to remind others of the sacrifice soldiers and families make. Dee would be a grandpa now. I imagine the ways he would boogie and sing to his grandson. Enjoy your twins no matter how many gray hair moment they provide! Safe journeys!!
I am Andrew West a youtuber my name is X-demon I like going outside.
Because I donât go outside often and I am not a fan of climbing Mtns I did for him .
I think he was a good man and thanks to his strength I made it
to the top of Mt. Little Bigelow for him. Thank you for the honor
of carrying his stone. The view is awesome and I think he would haved loved it.
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Hello Andrew,
Thank you for getting outside with Dee. He loved the top of Little Bigelow even though he didn’t always love getting there. It is power to step out of our comfort zone for others. Keeping hiking! Dee’s Maine Mom
To the Family of SPC Deon Taylor,
I had heard Deonâs story several times on previous hikes. Iâve wanted to learn more about Deon since the first time I was introduced to his stone and story. He had such a non-traditional upbringing and route through life. The common theme that I observed with Deon was his selflessness. I got the impression that Deon was an incredibly kind and compassionate man from the way he took care of his mother. This clearly continued into his service, both to our country and also to where he grew up as a police officer. His actions demonstrated a loyalty above and beyond that of the average person.
The kindness within him is also very evident from the picture of him on the TSP website. Itâs impossible to look at his smile without instantly knowing what a genuine soul he had. I imagine that genuineness is what led him to give back and sacrifice so much for those around him. As I hiked I just kept thinking that Deon is the type of dude that they make movies about.
I donât even think Hollywood could do him justice or create a story as amazing as his. Having been a leader in the Army, I can say with certainty that Deonâs leaders were so incredibly fortunate to have someone like him. Itâs clear that he volunteered for the tough jobs, the dirty jobs, the dangerous jobs, the ones that no one else would take.
Deon, you helped me keep a smile on my face and positive attitude as we hiked⊠despite the swarms of black flies that I know you would have hated. I hope that when we reached the top of Katahdin, you did a little boogie for us, we all needed the motivation! Thank you for your service, your sacrifice, and for providing such an amazing example of how we all need to look out for those around us. You will not be forgotten, rest easy man.
– Mike âArchangelâ Keighley
Thank you Michael for carrying Dee’s stone and learning his story. Deon was a amazed by the simplicity of his Maine life….the stars so clear and visible, the fall with its glorious colors, the moose feeding in the bog on our property, walking through the woods without seeing other people. He brought so much by just being him. Keep Boogeing through life noticing all the small, wonderful moments that present themselves. Safe journeys!!
To the family and friends of Spec. Deon Taylor:
On October 13th, I had the privilege to carry with me the story of Deon as I hiked up Cadillac Mountain. As I learned about Deon in the weeks leading up to the hike, I was struck most by his big smile and truly heroic journey in life. From a pretty young age, he sacrificed for his family and that sense of obligation to others clearly grew as he got older. For him to give everything to protect us and our country is the ultimate selfless act.
As someone who loves living in Maine, I am so happy that Deon found something here that kept him coming back. I hope he felt the peace of the Maine woods (except for the mosquito part), the kindness of most of the people here, and the calmness that is the way of life in Maine. I told my fellow hikers how Deon didnât really like hiking but he loved the view from the top. It was around that time that the clouds started to clear so I asked them to all take a moment before we left to enjoy the view in honor of Deon.
Thank you for allowing me to learn about and honor Deonâs life.
And thank you, Deon, for the impact you had and continue to have on the world. I will remember you and that smile of yours with every hike I do and will continue to share your story with others.
Barbara
Thank you Barbara for carrying Deon’s stone. I am so thankful for the summit project and the volunteers like yourself for keeping Dee’s spirit hiking forward. Dee did love living in Maine…the freedom it offered, the opportunity to drive, the high school friends, playing basketball and dating. As it comes near the anniversary of Deon’s death, reading the hiker’s letters remind me that Dee’s spirit is a part of me and everyone who knew him.
Hello! I had the Honor and Privilege of carrying Army Spc. Deon Taylor (Boogie) to the summit of Cadillac mountain with T.S.P. this past Labor Day trip. My name is Andrew Douphinett and I also love dancing (although usually when no one is looking). This meant boogie automatically had some resonance with me. I found myself in good spirits during this hike, thinking of the things that the two of had in common, and how I should go about really enjoying them, embracing them fully, instead of just dipping my toes in. Talking about his life around the circle carried an air of being appreciative and jovial. Hearing his story was inspiring to me, especially his support of others, and diligence in a professional sense (although i suspect his passions were no less diligent, i.e. the whole plate of burgers).
I ate nothing but burgers on the way up to Acadia, and nothing but burgers on the way back too. I finally settled on the “Boogie Burger” recipe! Jalapeno and pineapple relish with pepperjack cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion on a toasted bun. Guaranteed to dance across your tongue! Made with maximum appreciation in honor of those who protect our freedom to experiment in the kitchen, dance without a care, or just dive right in, cold or not. I’ll be dancing and burgering a little extra now.
Thank You Boogie
Dear Andrew,
Thank you for carrying Deon’s stone. It has nearly ten years since his death. It helps so much to know his spirit is still being carrying forward. Boogie like your life depends on it! I am going to have to find me one of those burgers; they sound as powerful as the love Dee doled out to everyone. Safe journeys! Love from Dee’s Maine Mom
As I reflect on my hike this past Memorial Day Weekend, I am filled with gratitude and appreciation for the sacrifice these fallen soldiers made. I had the privilege of carrying the stone of Deon L. Taylor, someone whose love for his country has not and will not go unrecognized. The hike was roughly 6.5 miles and I feel honored to have shared his story with our group. It was rainy in the morning but cleared up just in time for our trek on the Rainbow Loop Trail. This was my second hike with TSP and I must say, each experience brings a new sense of gratitude for me. I am happy to know Deonâs memory lives on and that I could be a part of it. I enjoyed sharing his story with the rest of the group and I felt a deep connection with his spirit, especially nearing the end of the hike when my knee began to ache. It was as if he was saying, âCâmon Sophie, just a little bit longer.â He persevered through so much, the least I could do was finish the hike in his honor.
He seemed like a great father, husband, son and friend. I only wish I had the privilege of meeting him. I am thankful for the opportunity and it was a pleasure carrying on his legacy.
Thank you Sophie for carrying Dee’s stone. I so miss feeling that boy’s wiry arms and legs and his exuberant voice as he moved through my world. He would have said, “C’mon Sophie, let’s race.” Deon ruled at the down hills but he wouldn’t have left you behind. He’d have carried you, as he did his Maine sister, if you’d asked. I love that his memory moves forward with all of us.
On June 5, 2019, I had the honor of carrying Army Specialist Dion Taylorâs stone to the Summit of Tumbledown MTN near Weld, Maine. I was given the opportunity to carry a stone through my high school’s JROTC program. I chose Dionâs stone because I liked his story. He was originally from The Bronx, New York. Some would say New York is the coolest city in the world, full of culture and experiences, but Dion chose to stay in Maine for high school.
As I started my trek, it was just fun but as we made our ascent, I became more aware of the weight of Dionâs stone in my backpack. While I noticed how much heavier my pack was with the stone in it, I didnât feel like it was a hardship. At the summit, it was very meaningful to hear everyoneâs stories and to also hear from a Gold Star father. They were stories of fellow fallen soldiers and I think Dion was there to hear them too. Even though Dion didn’t love hiking, he always enjoyed the view at the top. I thought about this as I looked all around from the summit. The top of a mountain makes me feel tired but accomplished and the view is limitless.
The descent was a time of reflection. Of course I was aware of Dionâs sacrifices and that was never far from my thoughts. Mostly, I questioned, âwould he like this hike?â âWhat would he think of all these bugs?â âDid bugs bother him when he was in Afghanistan?â Small details maybe, but thatâs what I wondered.
It was truly an honor to carry Dionâs stone and Iâll never forget the experience. I would do it again if he ever needed a mountain view.
Jory Boyd, sophomore, Nokomis Regional High School
Dear Jory,
Thank you so much for carrying Deon’s stone. It is heavy and awkward and not easy to get to the top. Deon would have loved that you carried him to the Summit and talked about him. He would have complained about the bugs. He would have raced down to the bottom to beat you all. I wonder too how the boy I knew became the man that went to Afghanistan to strange insects, foods and people. Did he have an Afghani best friend? What did he do, hike, with his free time? What were the burgers like there and how many did Dee eat? The small details are the MOST important. Keep finding them. My prayer and best wishes go with you as you travel your life path.
Love from Dee’s Maine Mom
This year, for the 2019 ANP Kebo hike, I had the honor and privelage to carry the stone of this remarkable hero.
Our team gathered early in the morning, ready to go, chatting idly as we waited for the busses. I retrieved Deon’s surprisingly heavy stone from the table, and put it carefully in my bag.
With each new stone I carry, I try to think about what I have in common with my hero. I had been surprised to learn that Deon grew up in the Bronx, different from our other, mostly Maine-born TSP heroes, and that’s where I found a connection with him. The Bronx Zoo holds a special place in my heart; many times after I got out of my half-day kindergarden, my mom and I would make the trip from our Connecticut home to see the animals and ride the carosel.
Our trip up Caddilac went well, for the most part. We did, for the second time in my hikes with TSP, have to send a hiker back down, but we accomplished our mission and brought every stone to the top.
When it came my turn in the circle ceremony, I shared about Deon’s remarkable personality, his courage and heart, and his ironic dislike for hiking.
It was a great adventure hiking Deon’s stone and learning his story, and one I’ll never forget.
Thank you Erik for carrying Dee’s stone. As I watched a squirrel scurry through my back yard this morning, I thought of Deon and this brought me to the Summit page. When he was in Maine we seemed to lose the electricity quite often. This drove Dee crazy. How could he watch his show or beat the NFL video game without power? He would shout, “The squirrel tripped the wire again.” I heard his voice and smiled.
Speaking of the Bronx Zoo…When Deon first saw a moose and its baby feeding in the bog on our property, he asked, Who let it out?” He had never seen anything but squirrels running free in the park. He brought awareness of how lucky we were to live in this place and to have him. Find appreciation in all the simple moments. Keep hiking to all your potential!
On 5-30-2020 my 2 daughters and I hiked Mt. Cardigan in N.H. We were to hike at Baxter State park this weekend with The Summit Project but do to the Corona pandemic the event was canceled. I had been assigned Deons stone and story weeks before and remember when I started learning about this man, tears came to my eyes. Tears for Deon because he was the kind of American patriot that makes and keeps our country strong, protects our values and freedoms. It was obviouse to me that Deon had a big heart, loved his country and felt a great appreciation for what it meant to be an American. I was impressed that he left his N.Y. family to learn of a different kind of life style in Maine and how he embraced it. Deon was able to appreciate what it was like to be raised in the inner city and also in the distant rural America. We arrived at Cardigan Mtn. that Sat. morning. The sun was shining and it was in the upper 60’s. A beautiful day to hike. We took turns carrying our 3′ x 5′ American flag and had many other hikers comment on how cool that was for us to do that on Memorial Day weekend. We gave them all the same answer. “We are honoring Maine’s fallen heroes” I carried Deons photo, his story and a photo of his memorial stone. When we reached the summit I shared Deons story with my 2 daughters and again tears came to my eyes. Tears of gladness, sorrow and pride. Proud that our country has men like Deon to protect our freedoms and who are willing to give all, so that the rest of us can continue to make America a better place. I have hiked many stones over the years with the Summit Project and am always touched by our fallen patriots. Deons stone and story touched me deeply and I will be forever grateful to him and his family for his sacrifice. I had never met Deon but I can feel him in my heart and love him for that. Thank you so much. MHANF
To Ms. Rose Staton and the Maine and New York families of SPC Deon L. Taylor:
I was honored to be assigned Deon’s stone for The Summit Project’s 2021 Virtual TSP@BSP event on May 30. My wife Sue and I carried him to the top of Bradbury Mountain where we all had a view of Casco Bay and could share in the company of other hikers who had climbed that day. The weather was overcast, but the mood on top was joyful. I like to think that Deon’s spirit accompanied us on our journey and was equally pleased by the experience.
As we hiked through the open forest, I thought of your beautifully written tribute. Of Deon’s childhood experiences in Maine, his life in New York and his service to his family, the New York Police Department and the U.S. Army. I am both humbled by all he had done in his 30 years of life and inspired by his story to do more in my life.
We were fortunate in that we had picked up Deon’s stone the previous weekend when our grandchildren, ages 11 and 13 and their father, my stepson, were visiting. We carried him on a short hike through Ferry Beach State Park to the shore of Saco Bay. We talked about Deon’s life, his service and his sacrifice and what that has meant for us as Americans.
We are blessed to have people like Deon among us and I am honored to have been able to participate in this event, to have carried his stone and continued the memory of his life. This experience and Deon’s story will stay with me forever.
I was very honored to carry the stone that represents your sonâs memory. This was my first experience with Maineâs Fallen Heroâs. And your sonâs story touched me deeply, more than I can express in these written words. Please know that I will carry his memory with me for the rest of my life.
Hello, my name is Chris Douphinett and this past September I had the honor and privilege of carrying the stone of Deon Taylor to the top of Caddilac at Acadia national park. The phrase the stone picks you has always rang very true and this was no exception. I learned about Deon and how selfless and caring he was, and how hard he pushed to better the lives of everyone around him. His smile kept me smiling and in good spirits during the hike. Funny thing is my brother actually carried Deon’s stone in October 2018 and I have to say the boogie burger is a good as it sounds. I was truly honored to carry him with me over the weekend and will continue to carry him with me in all my life’s endeavors. All my respect and thanks for helping to raise an exceptional human being. Getting to know boogie was a privilege. Thank you sincerely, Chris Douphinett
I had the honor of carrying Deonâs stone at the 2024 Ruck for the Fallen. I am so sorry for your loss and want you to know Deon is not forgotten.
The ruck was held at Pineland Farms. I am pretty certain he would have loved the hike, it turned out to be a beautiful day.