Siblings Derrick, 4, and Harmony, 7, Lost Their Lives in the Devastating Hurricane Helene: What We Know

What began as a peaceful evening for the Taylor family quickly turned into an unimaginable tragedy. Kisses were exchanged before bedtime, with no one realizing that by the next morning, their lives would be shattered by devastating news.

Among the more than two dozen victims of the catastrophic storm in Georgia were a brother and sister, Derrick and Harmony. Their untimely deaths have left the entire community mourning, as families try to cope with the overwhelming grief of losing loved ones.

On the evening of September 26, 2024, Crystal Taylor, 34, spent time with her eldest daughter, Cassidy, 11, as they snuggled up on the couch watching “Beat Bobby Flay.” As they drifted off to sleep, Crystal kept one eye on the weather, monitoring the approaching Hurricane Helene. In the bedroom, her husband, Herbert Taylor, 39, was asleep with their two younger children, Harmony, 7, and Derrick, 4.

Though they knew Hurricane Helene was heading toward eastern Middle Georgia, the family wasn’t sure how much it would affect them inland. But as midnight came and went, the storm’s fury descended on the area, sweeping through the countryside and moving relentlessly across rivers toward Sandersville, a small town right in its path.

Around 4:00 a.m., Crystal received a call from her mother, checking if the house was still safe. Crystal reassured her that everything was fine, though the winds had picked up and a giant oak tree loomed over the backyard. Herbert, waking up, saw the wind lift the cover off his truck and moved toward the children’s bedroom to check on them.

Before he could reach them, disaster struck. The massive oak tree crashed onto the bed where Harmony and Derrick were sleeping, collapsing the house in a split second. Herbert shouted in panic, “My babies,” as the impact triggered an electrical fire. Crystal and Cassidy rushed to safety at a neighbor’s house, while Cassidy tearfully called 911.

Cassidy remained brave as she explained, “A tree fell on our house. My little brother and sister are trapped inside, and the house is on fire.” Emergency crews arrived to find the home engulfed and the oak tree blocking access to the children. Despite their best efforts, it took over five hours to cut through the tree, and by then, it was too late.

Crystal, in her heartbreak, clung to hope as she waited, imagining her children emerging safely. She could see Derrick asking for his favorite cookies and crackers, and Harmony asking for her favorite boiled potatoes made by her grandfather. But tragically, the children were gone.

The Taylor family, now grieving the loss of Derrick and Harmony, has expressed their gratitude for the outpouring of love and support. Herbert shared on social media how much the prayers and kind words have meant to them, while Crystal echoed his sentiments, thanking everyone for their care during this difficult time.

The Taylors have also been receiving generous financial support through Herbert’s Cash App, $Rick4715, as well as via a GoFundMe campaign organized by Brittany Price and Jenna Barefield on behalf of the family. So far, the GoFundMe has raised over $45,000 out of its $50,000 goal.

The page reads, “We kindly ask for your support to help the family during this devastating time, covering funeral expenses, securing a new home, and managing daily costs. Their eldest daughter also remains in their care.”

With more than 750 contributions, the Taylors are incredibly grateful for the flood of financial help, prayers, and thoughtful gestures from their community.

The Taylors, along with other affected families, are working to rebuild their lives after such a heartbreaking loss. As previously reported, Hurricane Helene has left a tragic trail of destruction, taking the lives of many, including a young boy and his grandparents. The boy’s aunt shared the heartbreaking details of their story in a lengthy post online.

According to CBS News, Hurricane Helene has claimed at least 135 lives so far. Among the hardest-hit states, North Carolina has suffered the most, with over 80 reported deaths, according to officials.

One particularly heart-wrenching account shared by the news outlet involved a mother, her young son, and her parents who were stranded on a rooftop in Ashville, North Carolina. As the floodwaters rose and their house collapsed, Megan Drye tragically watched her 7-year-old son, Micah, and her parents get swept away. While Megan was rescued, Micah and his grandparents were not as fortunate.

Megan’s sister, Jessica Drye Turner, took to Facebook to share updates about the tragedy. In her post, dated September 30, Jessica expressed the emotional toll the loss has taken on her and her family, as they come to terms with the heartbreaking reality.

“I feel a sense of peace knowing we will see them again one day,” Jessica wrote, sharing her faith in the belief that her loved ones are now with Jesus. She reflected on how the fear and desperation they experienced during their final moments have now been replaced with peace in the afterlife.

Jessica also acknowledged the immense grief her sister Megan faces, having witnessed the tragic events firsthand. “It breaks my heart that Megan will have to live with those memories, but they are no longer suffering,” she shared, adding that Megan has a long road ahead to heal from the trauma.

In a particularly poignant moment, Jessica revealed that Micah’s body had been found about a quarter of a mile from where Megan was rescued. “He was such a perfect little boy,” Jessica wrote, “He always wanted to be a superhero, and now he is.”

Jessica also shared that Micah’s final words were a plea to heaven: “Jesus! Please help me!” She concluded the post by stating that despite the grief, her faith remains strong, adopting a new motto: “New grief and strong faith.”

Jessica’s post also recounted the terrifying experience Megan endured while waiting to be rescued. Swept away by the flood, Megan found herself wedged between two trailers, where she remained for three agonizing hours before help finally arrived.

Much like Jessica, Heather’s friend, Amanda Sprouse Simpkins, also took to Facebook to share the heartbreaking news.

In her post, Amanda urged, “Please lift up Megan, Jessica Drye Turner, Heather, and their family in your prayers. Megan has suffered an unimaginable loss and is left with nothing. If you feel called to help, please consider giving. If not, your prayers are more than enough.”

Amanda’s plea referred to the GoFundMe page that Heather set up to support her sister during this difficult time.

“For Megan Drye, our miracle, who has endured every mother’s worst fear. She survived the unthinkable but has lost everything. The kindness and generosity of others will be what sustains her, helping her take one breath, one step, and one day at a time,” reads part of the GoFundMe description.

Adding another layer of heartbreak to this tragedy is that Heather chose the last photo Micah’s grandmother ever took of him for the page. The picture shows Micah, wearing a Jurassic World T-shirt, smiling happily while his grandmother is seen in the reflection of the door, capturing the moment.

Even as Hurricane Helene’s fury subsides, its aftermath continues to leave devastation across several states. Despite efforts to minimize the damage, the storm’s impact has been overwhelming.

I Bought My MIL a $600 Bag She Dreamed of for Christmas, But Her Behavior Made Me Change My Mind

When Brendon’s mother-in-law, Susan, sees the Christmas present pile under the tree, she immediately wants to take away her granddaughter’s gift. And for what? To teach the little girl a lesson: that you cannot always get what you want. Not to be outdone, Brendon teaches Susan a Christmas lesson that she’ll never forget.

It was the first Christmas I could finally afford to splurge a little. I’d landed a new job earlier that year, one with a salary that made it possible to loosen up and enjoy the holidays.

Most of my money went toward gifts for my nine-year-old daughter, Eve. She had been doing so well in school, helping out around the house without us even asking, and being all-around amazing.

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

If anyone deserved to be spoiled, it was her.

But apparently, my mother-in-law, Susan, had other thoughts.

The trouble started when she dropped by one morning, bringing a batch of freshly baked muffins with her. She noticed the Christmas tree practically buried under a pile of wrapped presents. Immediately, her face changed.

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Muffins on a table | Source: Midjourney

“Wow,” Susan said, crossing her arms as she scanned the room. “Looks like Santa went a little overboard this year, huh?”

I gave her a polite smile, still riding the holiday high.

“I figured it was a good year to do something special. Everyone’s got a little something under the tree… including you,” I laughed.

Her eyebrows lifted.

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Christmas presents under a tree | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, and what about Evie?” she asked. “How many presents does my granddaughter get?”

What the hell? I thought.

But I knew that tone too well. I kept my response light, hoping to dodge the fight I felt brewing.

“About three big ones and a few smaller boxes,” I said politely.

Susan’s expression shifted from curiosity to indignation so fast it gave me whiplash. She shook her head slowly, her lips pursing like I’d just confessed to some unthinkable crime.

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A frowning older woman | Source: Midjourney

“That’s way too much for a nine-year-old, Brendon,” she snapped. “She doesn’t need all of that.”

I blinked, caught off guard.

“It’s Christmas, Susan,” I said. “It’s the one day we can go all out. She’s earned it; she’s been working hard all year.”

Susan waved me off, not even pretending to listen to my words.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“No child needs that many gifts,” she said. “I’ll be taking back the doll I bought her. She has to learn that life won’t always give her everything she asks for.”

I stared at the woman standing in front of me. I was in utter disbelief.

“You promised her that doll, Susan! She’s been excited about it for weeks.”

“That’s exactly why she needs to learn a lesson,” Susan said with a smug smile. “Better she learn it now than later.”

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A doll in a box | Source: Midjourney

I bit my tongue, trying to stay civil.

Before I knew it, Eve came running down the stairs.

“Good morning, Gran!” she said, rushing to hug the old woman.

“Hello, darling,” Susan said, giving me a smug look. “Gran’s leaving now, but I’ll see you soon!”

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

I understood the lesson she was trying to teach, really, I did. But this was Christmas! And Eve was nine.

It wasn’t about deprivation, it was about joy. Our daughter wasn’t some spoiled brat, and I saw no reason to punish her on the one day meant for celebration.

As for Melanie, my wife?

She told me to let it go.

“My mother’s gift is hers to decide what to do with,” she said with a shrug later that night as she made grilled fish for dinner. “It’s just a doll, anyway. Will Evie really miss it?”

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A tray of grilled fish | Source: Midjourney

I knew my wife had grown up with her mother’s toxic behavior and probably didn’t want to stir the pot, but it was still too much for me.

Our daughter was counting on that gift, and Susan was taking it away just to prove a point.

That’s when I decided—if Susan was going to play petty games, I could play them better.

See, one of the things I’d bought that year was a designer bag for Susan. It was the one thing she had been talking about for months.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“I was with Cora from the club,” she said. “And we were walking around the mall, and I saw it in the store window. It’s so chic and beautiful. I have to get it!”

She hinted at it every chance she got, practically salivating over it.

And I bought it for her.

My goodness, it was expensive, $600, to be exact. I figured it would score me some brownie points, and honestly, as problematic as she was, I did like the idea of making her happy.

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A designer handbag on a table | Source: Midjourney

But now?

Now I had other plans.

I took the fancy bag out of its box and carefully folded a cheap $40 robe inside. It was a plain thing, just boring gray with no patterns. To be honest, it was the kind of gift you’d pick up in a rush from the clearance bin at the last minute.

I wrapped the box back up with care, making sure the packaging looked pristine.

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A gold box with a ribbon | Source: Midjourney

“You’re putting way too much effort into this, honey,” Melanie laughed.

“She needs to be taught a lesson, Mel,” I said. “Your mother messed with the wrong man.”

Christmas morning came, and the living room buzzed with excitement as everyone opened their presents. My daughter tore through her gifts, laughter bubbling as she saw all her presents.

Melanie smiled as she unwrapped the cozy scarf and pair of shoes I’d picked for her.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

And then came Susan’s turn.

Her eyes lit up the moment she saw the designer bag’s signature gold box. She clasped her hands together, beaming as she tore off the wrapping paper.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” she said, her voice high with excitement.

I leaned back, watching with the tiniest smile. She pulled the lid off the box, and her smile faltered.

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A gray robe in a box | Source: Midjourney

Gone was the giddy excitement. Instead, in its place was pure confusion.

Then shock.

And finally, disappointment.

Susan pulled the robe from the box, holding it up with trembling hands.

“What… What is this? Melanie? Brendon?” she asked.

I gave her my most innocent smile.

“It’s a robe,” I said. “I thought you’d like it. It’s practical, isn’t it?”

Her mouth opened and closed a few times, but no words came out. She looked between the robe and the expensive-looking box, her face turning pale.

“Is this really my gift?” she asked quietly.

I nodded, trying not to laugh.

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An upset old woman | Source: Midjourney

“Sorry if it’s not what you were hoping for. But you taught me a lesson the other day, Susan. You told me that people don’t always get the gifts they want. It’s a good lesson, don’t you think?”

Susan’s jaw tightened, and I swear I saw her eye twitch. My wife shot me a look that could melt steel. But I didn’t care.

I’d made my point. And my daughter was happy.

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A close up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“Come on,” Melanie said, calling everyone to the table. “The Christmas feast is ready to go!”

Later that afternoon, after we were all stuffed from the meal, Susan pulled me aside.

“You bought the bag, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice low and desperate.

I raised an eyebrow.

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A Christmas feast | Source: Midjourney

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Brendon,” she hissed. “I know you bought it. Where is it?”

I crossed my arms and gave her a casual shrug.

“Sold it,” I said. “If you wouldn’t spoil my daughter, why would I spoil you?”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

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A gift bag on a table | Source: Midjourney

“You’re lying. You didn’t sell it,” she said.

“Susan, believe what you want,” I said. “But you made it clear, sometimes people don’t get the things they ask for. Seems only fair, don’t you think?”

Susan’s face twisted again, and for a moment, I thought she might explode. Instead, she let out a sharp breath, clearly trying to contain herself.

“I’ve been nothing but generous to you,” she whispered angrily.

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A frowning old woman | Source: Midjourney

“Really? Because taking back a promised gift from your granddaughter doesn’t feel very generous to me.”

She had no comeback for that. She just stood there, lips pressed into a thin line, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

To say Susan was furious for the rest of the day would be an understatement. My wife gave me the cold shoulder too, but frankly, I didn’t care.

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

“You hurt my mother, Brendon,” she said. “You embarrassed her and you hurt her.”

“So what?” I asked. “She hurt me by pulling that stunt, Mel. Think about it, she took away something that Eve really wanted. And she had gotten it before I landed my new job. What would have happened if I couldn’t get Evie any Christmas presents? That doll would have saved the day.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on it,” Mel said. “Eve didn’t even see the doll, it’s a different case if Mom took it straight from her hands.”

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An upset older woman | Source: Midjourney

“You just don’t get it, do you?” I asked.

“I don’t. I really don’t,” she said.

Look, even now, things are big tense with Melanie and Susan. But it’s not a big deal for me. The important part is that my daughter had a Christmas she would never forget. And I’d shown Susan that her behavior just isn’t acceptable.

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An annoyed man | Source: Midjourney

By the end of the night, Susan left without so much as a goodbye. The robe sat abandoned on the couch.

Some people will tell you that Christmas is about forgiveness. About turning the other cheek and spreading joy. But sometimes, Christmas is about making sure people learn their lessons.

Even if it means playing a little dirty.

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A robe and box on a couch | Source: Midjourney

My mother-in-law didn’t deserve the $600 bag, not with the way she treated my daughter. And if she thinks she can keep pulling her little power plays in my house… well, she’s got another thing coming.

Merry Christmas, Susan.

What would you have done?

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

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My Kids’ Grandmom Came to Our Home, Packed the Christmas Presents She Gave Them & Took Them Away

When Rebecca’s mother-in-law, Darlene, goes home to take away her grandchildren’s Christmas presents, she’s left absolutely speechless. Later, she and her husband, Mark, learn that Darlene did this because she wanted to teach the couple a lesson… but karma intervenes, making sure that the old woman feels the same way the kids felt.

I never thought that this would be a story I’d tell. I mean, toxic in-laws are practically their own genre, but what my mother-in-law, Darlene, did this Christmas left me completely speechless.

Honestly, I’m still in shock.

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A woman looking to the side | Source: Midjourney

I’m Rebecca, a mom of three chaotic kids. There’s Caleb (7), Sadie (5), and little Mason (3). Christmas is a huge deal in our house and has been like this since I was a child. We go all out.

The tree, the decorations, and of course, the gifts. Usually, Darlene shows up with her arms full of presents for the kids, playing the part of the doting grandma for one day a year.

This time, though, Darlene really outdid herself. Caleb got the new LEGO set that he had been begging for, and Sadie’s eyes lit up over a princess castle playset. Mason, the little speed demon of the family, zoomed through the living room on an adorable ride-on toy.

A castle made out of LEGO blocks | Source: Midjourney

A castle made out of LEGO blocks | Source: Midjourney

She even threw in stylish clothes for all three kids.

“They need to be photo-ready, Becca,” she told me. “And this way, they all match!”

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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