23 May 2018
I miss you every day.
Jennifer Edwards
Artista48@aol.com
23 June 1999
I leave a bouquet of Queen Ann’s Lace gathered lovingly and tied with white satin ribbons. This is for Ruby who did have a singing career. She sang for her children.
Pat
11 December 2025
Love you always, dad 
Phil
7 November 2023
Thinking of you always. I miss you my dear friend.
Shereen Shurtz
24 September 2023
I miss you every single day.
Carmen Curry
11 December 2021 
Think of you often, especially on this day. Forever in my heart.
Anna Lowe
8 February 2021
My Beautiful Niece Whisper. We are all coming together to bond together as a Family. I have to tell you a funny story !! Your bother Nick has always been 40 years ahead of me. In 4th grade I saw Nick in his room and I said to my self. He will always be my Uncle Nick. So Mom Nick Ryan and I made a 5 way phone call to Grammy. It was AWESOME. But at the end when I call Nick Uncle Nick. he was laughing. Wait till we have the Family G-Gathering. I will keep you posted. Love and miss you
Auntie Lisa
27 September 2019
Raven Feather Received. Love You.
Carmen Curry
28 July 2016
I’ll always remember you!!
Colony Campbell <colony.campbell@gmail.com>
21 February 2015
In memory of my daughter
Carmen Curry
Phil Curry (curryphil@hotmail.com)
24 Sept, 2011
Hello my beautiful daughter angel. It’s just daddy, 15 years today. I miss you so much. But know you still exist. I see you from time to time in the Beauty of this world. We share a thought when I see the miracle that is a sunrise, or the innocense of a childs eyes. You are all around me, everyday and everynight. Thankyou for your presense it gives me strength to carry on. I love you “honey, baby, sweetie pie” love always and forever, your daddy xx
duke13forever@gmail.com
14 May, 2008
She had a whole life in front of her but some people will never respect anything.All they want is money, money and more money.They will never know the feeling of loving something and then losing that. And this is because they are so selfish to understand.It is really tragical to know that little angels are losing their lives because of people who care about nothing but their “money”. Whisper Curry will always be there for people who loved her and were close to her in every difficult moment of her (unfortunately short) life and I am sure that she will protect them as an angel would. This poem was written in order to make people who feel sad about a loss, feel better.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you as you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you toward the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, as you sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew..
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over…I smile and watch you yawning
And say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand side by side,
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.
Rest in peace.
CULTMOMMA@aol.com
24 September, 2006
Whisper,
Today is the tenth year since you left. I cannot say I have ever not had a day spent with thinking, feeling or wanting to be with you. Your brother again spent the day with me, comforting and continuing his faithful love. We miss you so much, love you so very much. Always in my heart always on my mind always with my soul. Forever your mother. Carmen
“Jackson Plant” (jplant@jacksonplant.com)
05 December, 2003
I was really touched about your daughter. I wish that I had known her but I know that she is happy now.
TigerlynnDi@aol.com
04 March, 2003
Visiting a family member I happened on Whisper’s memorial and I believe I was guided to it. I as a mother will cherish every moment, day, month, year that God grants me with my son. I can not imagine the loss and the grief suffered by Whisper’s mother. May God grant her peace knowing that her daughter lives within her heart every day until they both meet again. Thank you Whisper for reminding me how fortunate I am.
“Eiben, Bob” (Bob_Eiben@icgcomm.com)
09 October, 2002
I am truly sorry. She sounds like the most wonderful daughter you could ever wish for. God will bring you together again.
B.E.
“Eiben, Bob” (Bob_Eiben@icgcomm.com)
22 October, 2001
Thoughts are forever, timeless.
“Lesire Jean-Marc” (jean.marc.lesire@skynet.be)
06 October, 2001
I leave you some flowers in the hoop that you are happy where you are now. Give courage to your family, my thoughts are with them. Patricia Vanneste-Belguim
“The May family” (dcmay@junct.com)
05 June, 2001
May God grant you his peace.
D. May
“Connie Bost” (bugger@outerbounds.net)
18 November, 2000
As I slowly turned the pages of this electronic memorial I was forever changed by the sharing of your pain. I read through the messages and knew that although everyone that had left a message had been genuine in their giving not one could understand … But until you walk a mile in my shoes… I will not be so arrogant to compare the lose of my father to the lose of your daughter… I am here only to compare the false hope and tragedy of organ transplantation. My father had a heart transplant Dec 29th 1986, in days, months and years he died 5 years, 9 months and 17day’s later, but in Quality of life he died Dec 29th, 1986, We too were given false promises and hope, only to have this wonderful human being tortured before being jerked from our grasp! They developed procedures and protocol but leave the soul to mind itself. How do we grieve? They said it would be ok… They never mentioned the continual ups and downs and the problems caused by the medicines and the CMV and the anger caused by Prednizone… until you walk a mile in my shoes… I grieve for your Whisper
“Solange” (solange@irishabroad.com)
04 August, 2000
For Whisper Lev Curry and her mother,
May the universe hold you in its palm and comfort you both until you can be together again. My love goes out to you.
Blessings,
Solange
“neptune” (neptune@bbtel.com)
31 May, 1999
I share your pain of loosing a daughter. May you find peace in this life. You will be together again.
“Michael Uhlman” (meuhlman@qwksilvr.com)
31 May, 1999
I would like to leave flowers. Thank you very much.
“gogolfin” (gogolfin@Bentonrea.com)
27 April, 1999
I was so touched by how you shared your broken heart with us. I, too, have lost a child, and I know about the depth of pain you feel. I’ve often thought about the fact that there is a very long and wide procession of us, all parents, all going along the same path in somewhat the same direction, but each carrying a heavy load that cannot be truly shared by any of the others. Our pain, although similar to pain felt by many, is ours alone. The comfort is is knowing there are others nearby who have opened their hearts to us because they know. They offer hope and a helping hand. How precious that is. As time goes on, I realize also how very precious is my own life, and that I dare not waste it in deep depression, regret and undue sorrow. And, surprisingly, I have found joy in the midst of sorrow, as I know you must have too. This bouquet is for Whisper, but especially for your encouragement, Mom.
“nrenfro” (nrenfro@neto.com)
24 April, 1999
To Whisper’s Mom, I just wanted to tell you that I, too lost a daughter because I “listened” to the experts. Why do people say “lost”?. We didn’t “lose” our daughters, they put them in the ground in a grave and covered them up with soil…..We didn’t LOSE them, we know where they are, and that is why we will never the rest of our lives, be normal again. We made mistakes. We “lost” our daughers (mine in 1998), but it is not our fault. We HAVE to stop blaming ourselves. The pain of the loss is more than we can bear, we must let go of some of the rest. We trusted the wrong people, but when we were grasping at straws to keep our daughters, how can we blame ourselves? As to the blaming of the ones that LET our daughters die, God will take care of them, in his own way. We don’t have to do it for him.. Pray for my peace, and I will for yours……….They took our daughter’s lives, we can’t let them take ours too….N
QUEEN67063@aol.com
2 September, 1998
To Whisper’s Mom:
Your memorial touched my heart and I wanted to say a few thoughts to you…. I am very sorry for your loss, Mom… I can only imagine your pain… It’s very difficult embracing the stages of death….denial, anger, acceptance I my Mom last year and the hardest part is moving on… I don’t think you ever do…I breakdown at the oddest times…Could be just doing a routine task like making dinner…Guess I know how you feel…I still feel like a Zombie and numb but you still have a son…and you will help each other move on… We need not ask why this has happened because no one has ever came back to tell us…You have great memories and her legacy will live on through you! You named your daughter Whisper so I expect she was a very gentle quiet girl. So when you feel blue..just call her name…she will be right there with you…. She’s eternal in your heart, forever… Memories are the only comfort we have.
Louise (mobyaround@adelphia.net)
2 September, 1998
I am at a loss after reading your memorial. It has plagued me because of the pain you, the mother, feel. Yet I am feeling for the son you have left and wonder about his double loss—sister and mother. I wish I had a magical answer for you that would ease your doubts and pain. I wonder how you could have had any other choices but the ones you had. Would Whisper have lived had you done nothing? You did what you thought best and there is no fault in that. One can see by your pain that your only desire was to have Whisper live, so the choices you made were with a mother’s heart, and that cannot be wrong. I too have made the choices and have lost a loved one and hindsight can tear us up, but we do what we do out of love—that can never be wrong. Our children are gifts, lent to us for a time, and you have 2 of those gifts. One is gone away from you and the other remains. You can do nothing more for Whisper now, but you can rejoice in your son and hold him with both hands, because you know loss and the value of a child. Whisper is with the Lord now and he will meet her needs, the boy is with you and I am sure needs you desperately. He too is a special gift and if you were to lose him to death it would devastate you, so do not lose him to your grief over Whisper. Be the mother you were chosen to be, and be strong for your son. May God be with you and ease your pain. Life is fleeting for us all, so grab onto the joys it still holds for you and rejoice in what you still have. I love the name -Whisper- it is soft and gentle, as I am sure your daughter was. A Whisper has not grown into a full sound as your daughter had not grown into adulthood. She was a gift you held for a while, your son is a gift you still have. God bless you all. Louise DeMeule
John Leonard (john_l6@verifone.com)
26 May, 1998
I’m very sorry for your loss. I encourage you to have faith in the one true God, and you will see Whisper again when your time has come to leave this world. This is not all there is.
WENDY L. (WL243695@webtv.net)
08 May, 1998
I would like to say on behalf of the family that I hope you are doing as good as you can without what seemed to me this wonderful child that was so wrongfully taken. I read your dedication and I finished sobbing. I want to say that I know how it feels, but honestly I don’t. I just wanted you to know that even though I am a stranger that I was deeply touched.
My Prayers Are With You!!!
Diane Ditto (poppa@imagin.net)
06 April, 1998
I am so sorry for your loss, I too lost a son to heart defects. You’re missing the joy of your son by mourning your daughter so completely. Please stop blaming yourself and accept the fact that if God wanted her then, he would take her by another means if necessary, and turn to the task of Loving your son and letting him know he has worth in himself, not just as Whisper’s brother. He needs your love and attention now! May God bless you and help you in this task! Share the LOVE!
Pico Rivera Department of Public Safety (prsa@worldnet.att.net)
14 March, 1998
On behalf of the Catholic Peace Officers Association, please allow me to extend our most Heartfelt and sincerest sympathies to you. GOD truly must have been lonely and called your angel to stay at his side. May God Bless You.
speedbump (speedbump@toledotel.com)
13 March, 1998
May God be with you and your son.
Carol Covell (believer@buenavista.sbceo.k12.ca.us)
7 March, 1998
Death is nothing. It does not count. I have only slipped away in the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you; and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way that you always did. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident. Why should I be out of mind because I’m out of sight? I am waiting for you—for an interval somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Larry & Michelle Davis (lmdavis@visuallink.com)
30 January, 1998
I’m so sorry about your daughter, she is beautiful. I only have one son, and I couldn’t imagine him leaving this earth before me, and wonder how I would survive. Try to be strong, and know that I pray for you and your family, and that you will somehow find comfort. May The Lord Be With You!
Michelle Davis
“Mr. & Mrs. Wade” (ajwlaw@bellatlantic.net)
24 January, 1998
I just want you to know that God heals all your hurts and wounds. Put your faith in him and he will guide you through. For he has told us in his word, that it is a time appointed for us that we may be born and die. Your monument to your daughter left me crying. She is and will always be very beautiful. May God bless you.
Peter Ashley (pete@icenet.com.au)
7 January, 1998
May u find peace
TWORAIL (TWORAIL@aol.com)
15 December, 1997
May God Bless
mmlmtlca@yahoo.com
02 June, 2011
Hello Krissy,
It is hard to believe it has been 15 years since you were taken from us because you still shine so brightly in our minds; you were the sunshine for a lot of people and still bring so many smiles and laughs as we remember the person you were. I can see flowers that have been left for you and I know I will be seeing many heartfelt words today as everyone takes time out to remember you.
We will never forget you, Krissy! Keep smiling down on all of us 🙂
Love,
Michelle
02 June, 2008
Thinking of you, Krissy… it’s hard to believe it’s been 12 years since you were taken from us. I found the poem below when I was writing poems for you and wanted to leave it here for others.
Hopefully they will find some comfort in the words…
Michelle Lima
The Rose Beyond The Wall
~ From the writings of A. L. Frink
Near shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed
in God’s free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall
Through which there shone a beam of Light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice’s length
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before,
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve
And make our courage faint and fall?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive –
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore!
ckonovalchik@comcast.net
15 June, 2007
Krissy,
I met you in first grade at the farnsworth school, and knew you up until you were taken away from all of us. I have many great memories of our youth in the farnsworth school. I was recently looking over pictures from 6th grade. We had a diner at the ‘town line’ restaurant for our class graduation. I have pictures of us as well as danny connelly, rob nash, darrell deluca, lori sullivan, karen macintire, sondra mastarelli, and jenifer athas. It brought back a lot of fun memories. You were such a great person and always so much fun to be around. One of my favorite summers was the one after sixth grade, i spent most of my time up at brooksby farms over danny connellys house. The three of us had so much fun that summer. you used to let us swim in the kross keys pool!! My father recently died unexpectedly, and i found you on this site. God bless you, and your loving family for keeping up such a beautiful and dedicated site. There were many years i didn’t see you when i went away to prep school and college, but usually around thanksgiving we would bump into eachother and talk about the old days over a few drinks. I was just starting to get to know you again after my divorse, when this happened. I was sooo saddened to hear what happened. I know there is no way to turn back time, i’m sure only success and good things would have been. You are in a better place, and if you see my dad tell him ‘i love him.’ You were truely a special person. Our lives crossed as children, and that is the girl i remember, always laughing, always having fun. A fond friend from long, long ago.
Sincerely,
Chris Konovalchik
BaByBuM1407@aol.com
02 June, 2007
auntie its been 11 years now… i cant believe it i miss you alot, but i take every day as a blessing now… its wierd to think that everything happens for a reason cause i dont think it does… there was no reason for you to leave, but i know that you are in a much better place now and you are making a whole bunch of other people smile.. i miss you and love you… please watch over ali and mom and dad… love you…
~ashabum
mmlmtlca@yahoo.com
02 June, 2006
Hey Krissy…
it’s hard to believe it’s been 10 years that you’ve been gone… I think of you often… especially when I am asked about upcoming reunions…. If we hadn’t been ‘goof – offs’ ;)… and if you were still with us.. it’d be our 20 year reunion…. or.. maybe next year’s reunion… the class of 86 & 87…
I always try to tell myself.. you are in a better place now…
Miss your sunny smile and attitude girl….
Michelle L
“M” (mmlmtlca@verizon.net)
04 June, 2005
Krissy,
Sorry it’s taken me so long to find you here….. For someone ‘so smart’ I can be pretty dumb …. It’s been 9 years…. I always think of you, especially now….. I cried for you today, when I found this place…. You were one person who I always wanted to see at reunions or even anywhere, you brightened up the world …… I didn’t go to the 10 year reunion because I knew I’d feel the emptiness…. 20th is coming up…. I might just skip that one too… We met in elementary school, YOU reminded me… 🙂 I know you are spreading your sunshine, somewhere much better than here…. Shine On….. I’ll see you when I get there…. Michelle Lima
PaladinLvs@aol.com
04 June, 2005
I am leaving these flowers because they represent the beauty of life. It is fitting that we use flowers as a token of our remembrance when a life dear to us is taken away. For Karen’s mother and for her friend, Michelle.
BaByBuM1407@aol.com
01 June, 2005
Hey auntie. Here it is again June 1st and I still miss you like crazy. There is so much stuff going on right now I wish you were here. You would know how to fix it. You always knew how to fix everything. Wow do I miss you. Well I wanted to say hi.. So I will be going to the cemetery and I will talk to you there I Love you. Ashley Ryan
Carol Gardner (telecommgirl@yahoo.com)
13 July, 2004
Dear Kristen,
I’m sorry I never had a chance to meet you, I think we would have been great friends. It has been a long time since you left our town but we have not forgotten you. You are deeply missed. May your spirit live on in all of us. Lots of love,
Your neighbor from the North Shore
BaByBuM1407@aol.com
01 June, 2004
Hi Auntie!! 8 years tommorow.. its been a long and hard time with out you.. i know you are here all the time.. looking down on me and ali.. i appreciate it.. i know you want us to do our best and we are trying… its just really hard with out you… i have so much going on with school and sports youd be so proud of me… i wish you could be here with me… i remember all the times we were together and we laughed al the time we had so much fun together… I just wish and hope for the best.. I know crying isnt going to help anything but sometimes its the easiest thing to do. and the only thing… it helps but its hard to think about.. I love you more than anything and i will wait for the day that i see you again.. i hope that you come back to my dreams…… I LOVE YOU!!!!!!
12 June, 2003
hi auntie…
happy birthday!!!!! i miss you alot and so does everyone else…. i will be down the cemetery tonight and i will say hello… but i just wanted to say hi and happy birthday….
i love you auntie…
Love Ashley A.K.A Ashubum…
Gone *But* Not Forgotten
Gwendolyn Gauthier (gauthierg.sutton@videotron.ca)
03 June, 2003
I remember a day with my father at Baby Land on Rt.1 when I was about to meet my new baby sister. I got to pick her first toy, it was a red and white, not quite sure what it was, but it looked a lot like Burl Ives in Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. So, basically it was a colored snowman. I got home to our driveway on 88 Birch St., to see my mother in a very bad orange and brown paisley dress holding a new and wrinkled addition to the family. I had my new Captain America rubber bendy guy and saw the first light of my life.
She did something then, when I offerred my hand to her, that she did for the next three or four years. She grabbed my first two fingers with her little hand and she held onto them so tightly. She knew those fingers were there until she was ready to let go.
Years went on, and we had many other situations where we held each other’s hands, and carried each other through wacky situations (you all know my mom and dad!) and laughed.
Around this time, not long ago, a light went out of my life, but a light came on again, because she’s still with me and I’m holding on to her fingers.
We can all think of situations and people that Krissy should have know and experienced, but trust and believe me she does and she does.
I love and miss you, my sister and my friend,
Your “fuckin’ asshole” brother,
Curt
BaByBuM1407@aol.com
02 June, 2003
Auntie,
Today is June 2, 2003, and it has been seven years since you have been gone… And it hurts so bad after all these years… I miss you so much, and I still don’t think it’s fair that this happened. I love you with all my heart and I want you to know that… My love for you, everyones love for you will never end. Ali says hi and she misses you very much… I wrote a poem I hope you like it… I know when I look at the clouds you are here. I know when it rains you are here. I know when im crying you are here. I know when i am happy you are here. I know as time passes you are here. And, I know no matter what i do you are always here.
I love you so much and i miss you..
But I will see you again someday…
And we will reunite in arms of love..
And in happiness…
Someday…..
I LOVE YOU…
~Love Ashley… A.K.A Ashabum
“Paul” (pdf1234@attbi.com)
29 April, 2003
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired, signifies in the final sense a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, and the hope of its children.”
President Dwight D. Eisenhower April 14, 1953
Matthew and Lisa Gotwols (mlg@matthewsdesignstudio.com)
02 June, 2002
To my beautiful Angel Krissy. I love you.
Love Baby Matty
KellyJeanJackson@aol.com
02 June, 2002
hello, my name is kelly quinn, i didnt know Kristen that well but i knew of her, she is my friends aunt, this means alot to me, and my heart goes out to Kristen, who was a beautiful person inside and out. Thank you Sincerly, Kelly Quinn
ItalianBaby1314@aol.com
02 June, 2002
Hey auntie.. Six years today… its hard to go on with out you. i hate the fact that u wont beable to see ali grow up or anything, i mean you saw me grwo up alot more than ali. I hate it with out you, no one understands what im going through, they try to help but it doesnt work.. i just wanted to tell you that i love you and miss you… i will write again on your birthday.. Love always, Ashley… A.K.A. Ashabum
IrIsHjAp0321@aol.com
03 March, 2002
Krissy: Still missing you and thinking about you often. See you in my dreams 🙂 Love you, Sheryl
ItalianBaby1314@aol.com
03 February, 2002
Hi auntie its ash i wanted to say hi. i miss you so much. 6 years is a long time it seems like forever without you. I Love You so much, and I hope we will be together again some day. . i love you and miss you so very much. you are an angel, i know you are, and u will live in my heart foreve. im not going to say good bye because it will hurt to much, your mom said that i have your smile and that i am as beautiful as you. Its hard to think that something could happen to someone like you auntie. You had so much going for you. and i looked up to you. You were the only person i trusted. and I still do only trust you. As long as i am here on earth i Will Remember you. Ali Says Hi and that she misses you. Mom keeps telling us thta you dont want us to cry, but its to hard not to. we just miss you so much. You will live through us forever. I Love You Auntie Krissy. Love Always, Ashubum.
“Richard Marcotte” (RMarcotte@nwp.com)
11 June, 2001
Kristen:
I was speaking with O’Keefe and Grainger about all the good times that we had together at Avnet. We all still miss you very much and think of you often. Your smile and laughter helped to carry us through the day….Oh, those Avnet days!! Kristen, you are in are hearts and in our prayers. Take care until we meet again.
Your Avnet Friends,
Rick, Chris & Dave
Susan Ramunda (sgove@lin-wood.k12.nh.us)
30 May, 2001
Hi swettie;
It’s your mom, and it has been almost five years now and I miss you as much now as I did when you left us. Dan and I have a Krissy garden full of daisies and yellow roses surrounding our Krissy Christmas tree that we use at Christmas time. I know your Dad has found you, he sent me a message that he did. He will take care of you until we meet again. All my love and prayers to you my sweet daughter.
Mom
Bette and Frank (betfrank@bellatlantic.net)
02 June, 2000
krissy: four years have passed, but not the memory of you. may you live on forever in the hearts of all who had the good fortune to know you. we miss you and love you, bette and frank
SwEeTaSCaNdEe9@aol.com
20 May, 2000
To Auntie Krissy who I loved and still do Love very much. We all miss you and wish you were still with us.
Love,
Ashubum
Shezcatt@aol.com
12 February, 2000
Krissy
You’re always in my thoughts.
Love you, Sheryl
“DIANE M SZLUCHA” (DIANESZ@stny.rr.com)
24 December, 1999
May your beauty live on in the beauty of the good deeds people do in your memory.
Diane Szlucha
Matthew Lee Gotwols (jmdesigns@us.net)
17 December, 1999
Krissy- You are my angel in heaven. Thank you for walking with me down the aisle and making me stand happy and proud. I love and miss you so very much. Sending love and hugs to you on this day and everyday. Love you always. Lisa, Matt and little pup Suzy Q.
RSW32854@aol.com
05 August, 1999
My mother and I are best friends…I send my condolences to those who loved you. No matter how many years go by, the longing remains. My prayers will forever be with your family.
Shezcatt@aol.com
11 June, 1999
Krissy:
Just want to say Happy Birthday
I love you,
Sheryl
31 May, 1999
Krissy:
Just want you to know that I am thinking of you today and everyday! I love you and miss you lots
Sheryl
LisaBERRN@webtv.net
16 May, 1999
Rest in peace
Basket1414@aol.com
04 May, 1999
Flowers
Shezcatt@aol.com
04 May, 1999
Krissy,
It has been sometime that has passed, not a day goes by that we don’t think or talk about you, We miss you more each day, Your smile will stay with us always, We love you!!!
Sheryl, Michael, Ashley and Ali
Frank Meyerle (betfrank@bellatlantic.net)
20 September, 1998
Krissy: These daisies are for you. We love you and miss you very much.
Aunt Bette & Uncle Frank
PEARPONT (PEARPONT@aol.com)
09 March, 1998
For Kristen Crowley from Massachusetts.
Susan Gove (suegove@tiac.net)
Wed, 04 Dec 1996
These flowers I give
May not always live,
But my love for you
Will never die
Your Husband,
John
Dan Chupinsky, (danchup@juno.com)
Tue, 19 Nov 1996
Do not stand by my grave and weep.....
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the
morning hush, I am the
swift upflinging rush of quiet birds' circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry....
I am not there
I did not die.
Author Unknown
(suegove@tiac.com)
Sat, 26 Oct 1996
Krissy,
Thinking of you Krissy, say Hi to Bob for me. Just wanted to leave you something, a daisy.
Love you …. miss you … Judy
We love you – John, Curt, Mom and Dad
Jaumé Rivell (eeweek@cox.net)
13 June, 2002
What a dear soul is Mr. Crowley. I did not know him but reading about him has warmed my heart and inspired me. I have printed out his life story from this web-site and I carry it with me. I read it frequently , smiling warmly, often with a tear in my eye, and I send up a prayer to dear Mr. Crowley. I try to do an act of kindness each day in his honor. What an inspiration he should be to us all. Now this was a truly great man! God bless you Mr. Crowley! Jaumé Rivell Va Beach, VA
rheggs@ntlworld.com
09 March, 2002
What a beautiful soul. Even though I never met him, and he died a month after my own birth, in a different country, I feel enriched just having read this obituary. God bless.
SibylLynch@aol.com
19 May, 2001
Flowers
“Donna Bogs” (sobbie@home.com)
15 August, 2000
What a nice man. It sounds like he was the very soul of human kindness and a fine example of what people should do and be. I never met him and am sorry I didn’t.
“Tom and Mary LeClerc” (leclerc@fament.com)
21 January, 2000
What a beauty story of a life lived with such unselfishness and true wisdom to know the difference between those things that matter and those that are of no consequence. Wouldn’t this world be a place of peace and beauty if all could live this kind of life? Thank you for sharing this example.
“nrenfro” (nrenfro@neto.com)
21 October, 1999
I bring one red rose and one gardenia to put at your monument. Both are fresh cut and their fragrance is so sweet. I close my eyes and smell their fragrance and I am taken back to the Sunday mornings you would pick me up to take me to Sunday School…and always, when they were in season, you would bring one of each from your flower garden for me to wear on my dress when I was just a small child. Both flowers and memories will always be special to me, as you were…and are. I still love you, Candy
21 October, 1999
I’d roll my eyes for you always “Big Geddie”. I love you.
Love,
Rebecca Lynn
om“letstalk counselling” (letstalk@euris.com.au)
30 April, 2000
with admiration & respect
Nick Xenakis
3 Tpt. Sqn., 9 Rgmt. Clmn.
AUSTRALIA
“hall8080” (hall8080@gateway.net)
24 April, 2000
God Bless You!
jylam (jylam@exorbita.com)
06 December, 1999
Flowers from Jean-Yves LAMOUREUX
“Stephanie DeMaris” (sdemaris@gwbssw.wustl.edu)
18 July, 2003
Danny Cockerline,
Sounds like an amazing person, I am sorry for your loss and the loss of his motivation and energy. Sincerely, Stephanie
“Merzetti, Laura” (Laura.Merzetti@attcanada.com)
01 May, 2001
I went to school with this bright young boy in North Bay from Grade 4? to Grade 8. He was the new kid in class and all the girls thought he was cool……I was saddened to read of his death almost six years ago now, as I write this in May, 2001. Just couldn’t pass by here without sending some flowers for Danny.
Rick Bébout (rick@rbebout.com)
04 January, 1996
I spent this past December 25 with Danny Cockerline. I know: He died December 11, a suicide. But I have a tape, made in August when I asked him to talk and let me save it, talk about our time together at The Body Politic and times since. So I lolled in bed and listened to Danny. I was hoping he’d tell me what to say about him now. But Danny didn’t tell me. It hadn’t been planned as an exit interview, after all, just a yak in that sunny and self-described “femmy, nasal voice.”
He came to The Body Politic at 21, out of North Bay via the gay group at Ryerson to “hang around like a little puppy dog,” learning. I taught him to do layout; Chris Bearchell taught him to write news – and do politics. He was already too queer for the conventional gay-male world (then late-clone: “Everybody looked right off the rack,” he said; only after AIDS made facial hair an unfashionable mark of Seventies sleaze did Danny, in solidarity, grow a moustache). When cops busted a 1984 TBP party as a booze can, Danny mouthed off enough to get arrested, dragged out into the cold in nothing but a little blue dress. He did look great in it. He looked great, period: We put him on three covers.
The news Danny wrote he eventually lived. After a big January 1984 piece on prostitution he started turning tricks – “to be more authentic. It’s important to talk about what you know.” The activist-turned-prostitute became a well-known prostitute activist – if most pressing and persistent with other whores, doing street outreach as a safe sex slut. The work outgrew him (too many “fuckhead social workers,” he said) but at his memorial Councillor Jack Layton said it would be remembered, Danny’s life honoured by a resolution in Metro Council.
The suburban politicians, of course, won’t know what they’re talking about. Danny’s life will be truly honoured on streets they don’t often walk. It was honoured at the funeral chapel (Pet Shop Boys on tape, not warbling organs) by his lover David Pistilli and by more hookers and hustlers than, I’m sure, have ever gathered under that fake-church roof. One of them, young, tattooed, wearing a “Safe Sex Professionals” T-shirt Danny had given him off his own back, said in tears: Without him, I wouldn’t have survived.
Now we are all without him. I can understand why he decided to go, still strong and beautiful, with AIDS and Mike Harris – both mentioned in his final note – no great future. Not for any of us. But we will survive if, without Danny, on streets now much more mean.
13 February 2024
Missing you
Suzanne E Marie
13 February 2018
Still remembered
Suzanne E Marie
17 April 2016
Reminded of a Corvair, 1974 xo
Hilary Comstock
20 January 1998
miss you more every day.
<gracie@aaaa.net>
3 November 1997
Hello Timothy,
You left the world much too young. I never knew you, but feel we must have been related somewhere along the line, as our surname is not a common one.
Rest In Peace.
Angela Cleeton <clead@albury.net.au>
1 May 1996
I am so sorry about the loss of your loved one. It is very difficult to lose someone so young. I never thought it would happen to me but did it stole my mom’s life. Cancer is everywhere and it will steal your life and ruin your family’s.
Frances M. Johnson <LEJH40A@prodigy.com>