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

March 19 | Losing Pieces
When someone you love dies and you're not expecting it, you don't lose them all at once. You lose pieces over a long time.

The way the mail stops coming and her scent fades from pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers.

Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone forever....

There comes another day and another specifically missing part.

—from A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
Remembered by Damon | 3:23pm | 1 comments


March 18 | Birthdays
Melissa, I bought myself a motorcycle for our birthdays. It is a 2004 Harley Davidson 883 Custom Sportster in two tone blue. It is beautiful, you would really like it. I thought it is a great way to celebrate your birthday, my birthday and your life. I miss you and love you and think of you all the time.

I miss having cake and homemade ice cream with you on your birthday. I miss you using a gallon of chocolate syrup on yours and you and Rodney fighting over who was going to eat the most chocolate anything.
Remembered by Rod & Jen | 10:34pm


March 11 | Happy Birfday!
Well Missa, happy freakin birfday retard! haha! I keep forgetting how much older you are than me! 20 just seems! HAHA! I miss you a lot and I really wish I could see you and hug you and tell you how much I love you and pig out on birthday cake and ice cream and some Starvin Marvins! Well...that's it. HAPPY BIRFDAY BABY!
Remembered by Carrie | 5:39am | 3 comments


March 09 | All of Me
...Your presence still lingers here,
and it won't leave me alone.
These wounds won't seem to heal,
this pain is just too real,
there's just too much that time cannot erase.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears.
I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have all of me.

My Immortal, Evanescence
Remembered by Valette | 1:48pm | 1 comments


March 02 | Bzzzz
When Melissa was really young she was stung by a bee in her ear. It happened during the summer right as she was walking in the downstairs door and she screamed bloody murder for probably a full twenty minutes.

Ever since that first sting, bees scared her tremendously.

The lower part of the playhouse - the section fully enclosed with four sunflower windows - always seemed to be home for the largest bee hive in all of creation.

Whenever she saw a hive she would run screaming back to the house to have Mom dispose of it. Even if the hive was empty and it was the middle of winter, she would not set foot near the playhouse unless the hive was eradicated.
Remembered by Valette | 3:43pm | 1 comments


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