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Post by Lake [is very depressed] on Oct 15, 2008 14:26:30 GMT -5
Abby Sue Lipply
Born on June 10, 1992. Died October 9, 2008.
No. She did not die from drugs.
She did not die from an overdose, from alcoholism, from a car crash. She was not murdered, she did not take her own life.
she was taken.
Wednesday, October 6. I was on facebook for a few brief minutes- I remember, out of the corner of my eye, seeing people's status's had changed. I saw Abby, and thought nothing of it, and went on my way.
That may have been my last chance to speak with her.
Friday, October 10.
Four hours before a football game. I'd already had a bad enough day with my mom and came early to help pack up instruments. My best friend Rebecca finds me in the band room. She didn't wait for me to sit down, to even acknowledge her presence.
"Did you hear about Abby?"
I'd never in my entire life known Becky to gossip, so I knew something big had happened- Abby had moved away three years ago, and we'd lost touch, but it wasn't ill-known that she was known for getting herself into trouble.
"What did she do now?" a pause.
"She's dead."
Those fateful words brought on a world of hurt for anyone who knew Abby. anyone.
Abby had Epilepsy.
From Wikipedia: Epilepsy is a common chronic neurological disorder that is characterized by recurrent unprovoked seizures.
She was found in her bathtub unresponsive and cold Friday morning. Whether her death was ultimately a result of a brain anurism, hitting her head when she fell, or drowning during a warm bath, no one knows. Please keep her in your prayers.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
Our angel. You were too good for this world.
[/size]Born on June 10, 1992. Died October 9, 2008.
No. She did not die from drugs.
She did not die from an overdose, from alcoholism, from a car crash. She was not murdered, she did not take her own life.
she was taken.
Wednesday, October 6. I was on facebook for a few brief minutes- I remember, out of the corner of my eye, seeing people's status's had changed. I saw Abby, and thought nothing of it, and went on my way.
That may have been my last chance to speak with her.
Friday, October 10.
Four hours before a football game. I'd already had a bad enough day with my mom and came early to help pack up instruments. My best friend Rebecca finds me in the band room. She didn't wait for me to sit down, to even acknowledge her presence.
"Did you hear about Abby?"
I'd never in my entire life known Becky to gossip, so I knew something big had happened- Abby had moved away three years ago, and we'd lost touch, but it wasn't ill-known that she was known for getting herself into trouble.
"What did she do now?" a pause.
"She's dead."
Those fateful words brought on a world of hurt for anyone who knew Abby. anyone.
Abby had Epilepsy.
From Wikipedia: Epilepsy is a common chronic neurological disorder that is characterized by recurrent unprovoked seizures.
She was found in her bathtub unresponsive and cold Friday morning. Whether her death was ultimately a result of a brain anurism, hitting her head when she fell, or drowning during a warm bath, no one knows. Please keep her in your prayers.
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
Our angel. You were too good for this world.
