Michelle Renee “Chelle” Walker

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Michelle Renee “Chelle” Walker

Birth
Dickson, Dickson County, Tennessee, USA
Death
31 Aug 2001 (aged 11)
Pittsburgh, Allegheny County, Pennsylvania, USA
Burial
Nashville, Davidson County, Tennessee, USA Add to Map
Plot
Fountain Garden
Memorial ID
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MICHELLE SUFFERED FROM CYCSTIC FIBROSIS AND PASSED AWAY 6 WEEKS AFTER A DOUBLE LUNG TRANSPLANT IN PITTBURGH, PA. IN BED WITH HER MOTHER.
AFTER YEARS OF BREATHING TREATMENTS AND WORKING AND STRUGGLING TO LIVE AND BREATH, HER HEART FAILED AND TOOK HER AWAY.
SHE IS LOVINGLY MISSED BY HER MAMA AND DADDY AND ALL WHO KNEW HER. SHE WAS KNOWN AS "PUDDINGIRL" TO ALL HER ONLINE FRIENDS, AND SHE HAD MANY!!
TOO YOUNG, TOO FULL OF LIFE TO HAVE DIED SO SOON.
THERE IS A MEMORIAL AT TEDDY BEAR FOUNDATION IN HER HONOR IN HICKMAN CO. TN. WHERE SHE LIVED HER WHOLE LIFE.

SHE KNEW IF SHE FELL ASLEEP, SHE WOULD NOT WAKE UP BECAUSE SHE ASKED ME, HER MAMA, "DO YOU PROMISE IF I GO TO SLEEP I WILL BE OK?" THOSE WORDS WILL HAUNT ME THE REST OF MY LIFE.

NOT A DAY GOES BY THAT I DO NOT SHED A TEAR OR HAVE A PAIN IN MY HEART OVER MISSING THIS PRECIOUS, WONDERFUL CHILD, WHO DID NOT KNOW A STRANGER. EVERYONE WAS HER FRIEND. EVEN THE STRANGERS. GOD GRANTED ME THE HONOR OF BEING HER MAMA AND I TOOK THAT ROLL SO HAPPILY. I COULD TALK FOREVER ABOUT MICHELLE AND STILL HAVE MORE WORDS TO DESCRIBE HER. SHE WAS AN AMAZING CHILD AND YOUNG LADY. SHE WAS MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER.

Bereaved Parents Wish List
I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had her
back!!
I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that she was important to you also.
If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.
Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.
I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day.
I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.
I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years
are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.
I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will NEVER fully recover. I will always miss my child and I will always grieve that she is gone.
I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.
I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.
I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with her. I am not the same person I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.
I wish very much that you could understand ~ understand my loss and my grief.
But....
I pray daily that you will never understand.
MICHELLE SUFFERED FROM CYCSTIC FIBROSIS AND PASSED AWAY 6 WEEKS AFTER A DOUBLE LUNG TRANSPLANT IN PITTBURGH, PA. IN BED WITH HER MOTHER.
AFTER YEARS OF BREATHING TREATMENTS AND WORKING AND STRUGGLING TO LIVE AND BREATH, HER HEART FAILED AND TOOK HER AWAY.
SHE IS LOVINGLY MISSED BY HER MAMA AND DADDY AND ALL WHO KNEW HER. SHE WAS KNOWN AS "PUDDINGIRL" TO ALL HER ONLINE FRIENDS, AND SHE HAD MANY!!
TOO YOUNG, TOO FULL OF LIFE TO HAVE DIED SO SOON.
THERE IS A MEMORIAL AT TEDDY BEAR FOUNDATION IN HER HONOR IN HICKMAN CO. TN. WHERE SHE LIVED HER WHOLE LIFE.

SHE KNEW IF SHE FELL ASLEEP, SHE WOULD NOT WAKE UP BECAUSE SHE ASKED ME, HER MAMA, "DO YOU PROMISE IF I GO TO SLEEP I WILL BE OK?" THOSE WORDS WILL HAUNT ME THE REST OF MY LIFE.

NOT A DAY GOES BY THAT I DO NOT SHED A TEAR OR HAVE A PAIN IN MY HEART OVER MISSING THIS PRECIOUS, WONDERFUL CHILD, WHO DID NOT KNOW A STRANGER. EVERYONE WAS HER FRIEND. EVEN THE STRANGERS. GOD GRANTED ME THE HONOR OF BEING HER MAMA AND I TOOK THAT ROLL SO HAPPILY. I COULD TALK FOREVER ABOUT MICHELLE AND STILL HAVE MORE WORDS TO DESCRIBE HER. SHE WAS AN AMAZING CHILD AND YOUNG LADY. SHE WAS MY LOVE, MY LIFE, MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER.

Bereaved Parents Wish List
I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had her
back!!
I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that she was important to you also.
If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my child and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.
Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.
I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day.
I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.
I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years
are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.
I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will NEVER fully recover. I will always miss my child and I will always grieve that she is gone.
I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.
I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.
I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice.
However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with her. I am not the same person I was before my child died and I will never be that person again.
I wish very much that you could understand ~ understand my loss and my grief.
But....
I pray daily that you will never understand.

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