Think of Melissa -- March 11, 1984 to September 22, 2002
In Collective Remembrance

July 25 | Where were you...
Whenever people talk about historic or life altering events it seems like they always talk about where they were...Alan Jackson sings a song about the tragic events of 9/11 that has a totally different effect on me. The first line of the song is "Where were you when the world stopped turning that September Day?" I always think of Melissa. September 22, 2002 was a Sunday and I had baked a shoo-fly cake and some anadama bread and Rodney and I were having Sunday dinner with friends. Where were you when the world stopped turning that September Day?
Remembered by Rod & Jen | 9:30am | 6 comments


July 15 | Over the Mountain
The day before I left for college, Melissa helped me with my final packing. And by helping I mean lying on my bed pawing through all of my belongings.

She grabbed what I used as my diary when I was in Junior High and read the part where I confessed to reading her diary and the entry where she talked about hating me. My diary continued to rant and rave about how much I hated her, would grow to become and old maid, and die unloved.

We laughed and laughed about the whole thing before I grabbed it back, demanding she not read another word. Then I put on Newsboys: Going Public and cranked the volume. We danced too crazily to the song Shine; she had me replay the song a few times so we could keep dancing.

That night, she crawled into bed with me and demanded that I sing her a song, much like I did when we were still sharing a room. I sang her The Bear Went Over the Mountain, as well as numerous lullabies.

She pestered me to tell her a story, one that started with Once Upon a Time, ended with Happily Ever After, and starred a princess named Melissa. I cannot recall what Princess Melissa did or said, but I know we were up for hours giggling like five-year-olds, loudly shushing each other and pretending to sleep when we heard Mom's footsteps on the stairs.

I tried to kick her out at a few different points, but she wouldn’t go. She ended up sleeping in my bed, stealing all my covers, and shoving her elbow in my eye.
Remembered by Valette | 1:06pm | 0 comments


July 02 | Family get togethers
Whenever a holiday approaches I have a tendency to want to have a family get together. I love to plan them and I don't think we get together enough. However, ever since September when I think of having a family BBQ I can't bring myself to do it. Melissa was always there and I am not ready to face that she won't be there anymore. Homemade ice cream will never be the same, I won't have to buy extra rolls or hot dog buns to be devoured empty, and the commentary on the state of the family will never have Melissa's unique perspective. The void in my life is always there...I miss Melissa
Remembered by Rod & Jen | 9:33am | 2 comments


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