Not every love story ends the way we wish it would.

Some begin with the brightest hope… and end in heartbreak we can still feel generations later.

As the great-great-grandson of Jefferson Davis, I, Dr. Howard Edward Haller, grew up hearing the personal, deeply human stories that often get left out of textbooks. Stories told to me by my Granny Lucy—his great-granddaughter—who knew these weren’t just dates in history. These were our people.

And one of the most poignant stories of all was that of Jefferson Davis and his first wife, Sarah Knox Taylor.

A Hopeful Beginning

Their marriage was one of love—pure and determined.
Despite initial objections from Sarah’s father, Colonel Zachary Taylor (yes, that Zachary Taylor, the future President of the United States), Jefferson Davis won both Sarah’s heart and her father’s eventual blessing. With it came a generous dowry and the quiet approval to begin a new life together.

They were married in a joyful ceremony at Sarah’s aunt’s home, and their honeymoon journey to Cuba and New Orleans painted a picture of promise. It seemed nothing could dim their future.

But the land awaiting them told a different story.

A Harsh New Life in Mississippi

Their new home—a swampy parcel of land gifted by Jefferson’s brother—was unforgiving.
Thick with mosquitoes and heavy with humidity, it was beautiful and brutal all at once. Turning that land into a working plantation was backbreaking, and both Jefferson and Sarah threw themselves into it with hope and grit.

Then came the sickness.

Jefferson fell ill first, ravaged by the very conditions his new bride had been warned about. Still, Sarah pressed on, refusing to let their shared dream die. But in her sacrifice, she exposed herself to the disease that had already taken so much from her family: malaria.

And this time, it would take her too.

89 Days of Marriage, A Lifetime of Grief

Jefferson Davis and Sarah were married for just 89 days.
That’s all. Not even one full season together.

He held her hand through her final moments, weakened himself and helpless to stop what was happening.

The weight of that loss drove Jefferson into seclusion for nearly a decade. Eight years of mourning. Eight years of wrestling with grief. Eight years of silence before he slowly returned to public life—forever changed by the woman he had loved and lost too soon.

Why This Story Still Matters

To me, Jefferson Davis was never just the President of the Confederacy.

He was a real, living, breathing man.
He was a young husband.
A widower before he turned thirty.

And that’s one of the reasons I felt so compelled to carry out the mission my grandmother entrusted to me: to fight to restore his U.S. citizenship—not to excuse or rewrite history, but to add back the humanity that had been stripped from him.

When we look at the past only through politics, we forget the people.
But when we remember stories like this one—of love, loss, and resilience—we get a fuller picture of the person behind the name.

Want to Know the Full Story?

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It’s my personal account of the journey I took to restore my great-great-grandfather’s citizenship.

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