|Name at birth:
|WHISPER LEV CURRY
|Date of birth:
|11TH, DEC. 1981
|Place of birth:
|KENNEWICK, WA USA
|Date of death:
|24TH, SEPT. 1996
|Place of death:
|STANFORD HOSPITAL, PALO ALTO CA
|VACAVILLE, CALIFORNIA USA
|Carmen Curry (CULTMOMMA@AOL.com)
THE FIRST SOUND EVERY HUMAN BEING HEARS IS THE DOUBLE HEARTBEAT. IN OUR MOTHER’S WATERY WOMB, WE EXPERIENCE A SENSE OF SECURITY AND BELONGING BECAUSE WE HEAR OUR OWN HEARTBEATS ECHOED BY THAT OF THE MOTHER WHO CARRIES US FOR NINE MONTHS. WHEN WE ARE DRAWN INTO OUR EARTHWALKS THROUGH THE MIRACLE OF BIRTH, THE SECOND HEARTBEAT DISAPPEARS. HUMAN BEINGS KNOW ON A DEEP LEVEL THAT SOMETHING IS MISSING AND MANY TIMES GO THROUGH LIFE LOOKING FOR THE MISSING HEARTBEAT.(Jamie Sams)
My dearest daughter, this is us. We were always together, sharing everything. Every day I search in vain to find my second heartbeat. I am awake at night, searching, listening, calling out to you. You were my light and now there is only darkness. There is no answers, or so I have been told. You knew all along didn’t you. You a 14 year old strong, vibrant, loving girl. An irregular heartbeat which the doctors said “They didn’t know why”. But treated you anyway, with strange drugs, and methods which didn’t make sense. You told me to make them stop, but I, in my wanting you to stay, begged for mercy and put my trust in them. I am so sorry, so sorry, I let them convince me that everything would be all right. How could a young woman with so much to live for, and never sick not a day, be in the hospital with heart failure. Was this a lie? Who to believe. I prayed to GOD. I prayed to the wind and birds to let God know that I beg for your life. I asked for you only. I would have gladly traded places with you, not a thought different, not even a question in my mind. May 12th, 1996 Mothers Day. They came, They told me you would live. They of course not being God, but believing themselves to be above that is right told me you would live. Another died, and this gift of life being offered to you. A heart Transplant on mothers day, an offering of life. A chance for us to be together as a mother and daughter should, as a family should. They being above GOD, as presented with all the knowledge in this universe, they being with the powers, pulled your heart out and with their powers gave you life. I begged and pleaded for you, for myself, for strength for you. I was foolish believing in them, thinking that love could cure all, that if I loved you as much as humanly possible nothing would go wrong. Now I cry always. Not just daily, or hourly, but always. When they lied to you and me, they lied to GOD, for you see they didn’t know. Tricksters of the universe. September 24th, 1996. You told me, “mom, they won’t let me out of here”. I thought them, being proclaimed givers of life, would not let you, my golden child, my light go out. I was so wrong. When you died, I couldn’t beg for your life anymore. Instead I turned to the self-proclaimed GODS and asked for an answer. My face was slapped and my worth spit on, for you see “THEY” turned their backs, walking away, away from “THEIR FAILURE” and told me “WE JUST DON’T KNOW”. I cry in silence, alone and cold. Waiting my time out. I pray now for forgiveness, never to again trust any trickster or self proclaimed god. I pray for you to forgive me in that I chose to believe in “THEM” I thought they cared, I thought this was a place for the healing of children, I thought they could make a difference. I was wrong.
WHISPER LEV CURRY, WAS MY 14 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER. SHE WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN MY LIFE. LOVING, NO ONE COULD ASK FOR A MORE PERFECT CHILD. ON THE HONOR ROLE AT SCHOOL, SPORTS CAME SO EASY. SOCCER, BASEBALL, SWIMMING, TRACK, CEERLEADING. WHISPER CHOSE TO BECOME A VETERINARIAN. SHE LOVED ANIMALS WITH HER TOTAL BEING. ALL AND EVERY TEACHER SHE HAD EVER STUDIED WITH WERE SO MUCH IN AWE OF NOT ONLY HER INTELLIGENCE, BUT THE CALM, LOVING WAY SHE HAD IN THE INTERACTION OF ALL HER FELLOW STUDENTS. WHISPER HAD WRITTEN SEVERAL LETTERS IN DEFENSE OF ANIMAL RIGHTS, FROM LOCAL ELECTED PERSONS TO PRESIDENT CLINTON. WHISPER LET PEOPLE OF ALL STATURE KNOW THAT ANIMAL RIGHTS WERE A PRIORITY.
I MISS YOU MORE EVERY DAY MY SWEET MAGILLACUTTY, LIFE OR THIS ILLUSION IS NOT THE SAME OR EVER WILL BE. YOUR STRONG AND CARING BROTHER HOLDS UP WHAT IS LEFT OF US, BUT EVEN HE IS SO WEARY. MY ONLY BIT OF SALVATION COMES IN THE KNOWING I TOO WILL DIE. THIS IS ALL THERE IS FOR ME UNTIL THEN, A BLACK VOID, WHICH COULD NEVER BE FILLED, THE CONSTANT QUESTIONS WHICH NO ONE WILL ANSWER AND THE WHYS, WHYS WHYS.
YOU ARE ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS. THE LOVE WE SHARED IS FOREVER, THAT IS ONE THING THAT NO ONE CAN TAKE AWAY. PLEASE WAIT FOR ME……..MOMMY(i love you the most!)