Stacey Dawn (Rummel) Abbott, 49, of Parkersburg, West Virginia, passed away Sunday, August 7, 2022, at her home in Parkersburg, WV.
She was born August 16, 1972, in Ripley, WV, a daughter of Bobby and Carol Ann (Mitchell) Rummel Bowles.
Survivors include her children Dakota Lee Abbott of Ripley, WV; daughter, Adawnika ShyAnn Abbott, of Ripley,WV; grandchildren, Landyn Abbott and Corey McCormick.
There will be no public services at this time.
Since there are no services, I wrote some reflections about Stacey. I hope you enjoy it.
*****************************
 Stacey
I met Stacey in the first grade, 1978, at Ripley Elementary School in Mrs. Bennett's class. I liked her because she loved Holly Hobby and I thought she kind of looked like her with her long hair. I also liked her name
Stacey was quiet and that made her a perfect match to my talkative nature. She enjoyed listening and I loved to talk! When she did have something to say, she spoke slowly, thoughtfully, and methodically. She always seemed like an old soul and wiser than me. She loved doll babies and we both always wanted to be moms when we grew up.
I often got picked on in elementary school, but she stood by me, quietly. Sometimes I felt that her friendship with me made others view her with the same lens they looked at me with. We protected one another and that made growing up easier. She would bring extras of the cool things in her lunch that she knew I never had tried so I could have some (fruit rollups, Capri Suns, and cauliflower come to mind).
She matured faster than me and loved boys way before me. She loved John Schneider (Bo Duke) off "The Dukes of Hazard." I didn't understand what the big deal was, but always went along with it. Her mom, Carol, allowed her to do some pretty cool things and I loved to spend the night with her. She, her mom, and her brother lived at her grandma and grandpa's house (Mary & Ray Mitchell) on Claylick Road in Ripley. Her grandma was a nurse and we thought that was something we might want to do one day (we didn't lol). Her grandpa kept everyone in check.
In middle school, she developed a love for Prince. Lord have mercy, she had every album he ever produced and knew every song. This is when I started to understand more about boys and she loved that I finally understood the big deal, finally! I watched "Purple Rain" at her house on beta videotape. Scandalous! Her mom took her to see Prince in concert in Cincinnati and I was soooo excited for her! She also got to participate in "Hands Across America," which was super cool.
In middle school, I chose to play the clarinet because she was going to play the clarinet. Her cousin, Patty, had played one and Patty was cool. That was all I needed! She ended up quitting clarinet and left me behind in middle school band. Later, in high school, I convinced her that band was where it was at and tried to get her to join again. She tried the clarinet one time and we decided that, perhaps, the cymbals would be better lol. We got to go to band camp and on trips together. We also enjoyed 4H camps.
I know who every crush she ever had was and she knew all of mine. We always trusted one another with this deep information and would listen to one another's obsessions & dreams. We cried on each other's shoulders when our hearts got broken and rooted the other on. We learned about life together and shared any bit of information we received with the other. The birds & the bees, puberty, and boys.
Despite having a falling out, I knew the moment that she needed me almost psychically. I had seen her in a dream crying and found out that her first marriage was ending badly after a very short time. Time went by and she had babies and gave me tips on breastfeeding and being a mom when I had my first. She stopped by to see my firstborn and her car caught on fire in my driveway! We had to call the fire department!
We didn't see one another much as adults. I was there when her grandma died and, later, her mom. We talked on the phone some and her last years were hard ones. She struggled with severe psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis, which left her unable to do many things. She had many ailments as a child (she was even on homebound in middle school…which I hated!). She suffered from losses of people she loved, dreams she had, and hopes she always held dear. It seemed as though her health went in a steady decline and she had a heart attack.
The last time I saw her was in her hospital room, before her triple bypass. I wanted to see her, in case she died. I brought her a stuffed animal to hug when she was scared. I gave her a big hug & told her I loved her before saying goodbye. From that time until now, I spoke very little to her. Not because I didn't want to, but she had descended into a place in which I couldn't accompany her. It was a path she had to work out on her own. I tried to help, but our story ends when I disappeared so that she could sort out her life.
I have read through her Facebook posts over the past year and 99% of them were praising God & witnessing. They are uplifting & I know that she was saved. Stacey, you are definitely more than all the problems life dealt to you! You were beautiful, you were loved, and you were GOOD ENOUGH. You are the child of the KING and I know you are rejoicing. You have broken free of your pain, weakness, misery, loneliness, and disappointment. You no longer have to be let down by anyone. You have a perfect, healthy body now and are with those you loved who went before you.
I woke up Sunday morning, strangely early…I had dreamt of her. I picked up my phone and saw the beginning of a message from her daughter. I knew she was gone, without even reading it. I got up, quietly, and sat alone and read the message. I didn't cry that day. I awoke yesterday and reality set in and I had some tears. But how do I grieve for someone being in the presence of God? I cannot. I believe I grieved for her earthly life and how it didn't really turn out as she had hoped. I will see you again, my friend and sister. And when I do, we will go for a walk on a dusty dirt road and talk about everything. We will swing on the porch and reminisce. We will sit up and giggle and recall all the secrets we kept all those years. Thank you for being my friend. I love you.
Your friend, Alice
She was born August 16, 1972, in Ripley, WV, a daughter of Bobby and Carol Ann (Mitchell) Rummel Bowles.
Survivors include her children Dakota Lee Abbott of Ripley, WV; daughter, Adawnika ShyAnn Abbott, of Ripley,WV; grandchildren, Landyn Abbott and Corey McCormick.
There will be no public services at this time.
Since there are no services, I wrote some reflections about Stacey. I hope you enjoy it.
*****************************
 Stacey
I met Stacey in the first grade, 1978, at Ripley Elementary School in Mrs. Bennett's class. I liked her because she loved Holly Hobby and I thought she kind of looked like her with her long hair. I also liked her name
Stacey was quiet and that made her a perfect match to my talkative nature. She enjoyed listening and I loved to talk! When she did have something to say, she spoke slowly, thoughtfully, and methodically. She always seemed like an old soul and wiser than me. She loved doll babies and we both always wanted to be moms when we grew up.
I often got picked on in elementary school, but she stood by me, quietly. Sometimes I felt that her friendship with me made others view her with the same lens they looked at me with. We protected one another and that made growing up easier. She would bring extras of the cool things in her lunch that she knew I never had tried so I could have some (fruit rollups, Capri Suns, and cauliflower come to mind).
She matured faster than me and loved boys way before me. She loved John Schneider (Bo Duke) off "The Dukes of Hazard." I didn't understand what the big deal was, but always went along with it. Her mom, Carol, allowed her to do some pretty cool things and I loved to spend the night with her. She, her mom, and her brother lived at her grandma and grandpa's house (Mary & Ray Mitchell) on Claylick Road in Ripley. Her grandma was a nurse and we thought that was something we might want to do one day (we didn't lol). Her grandpa kept everyone in check.
In middle school, she developed a love for Prince. Lord have mercy, she had every album he ever produced and knew every song. This is when I started to understand more about boys and she loved that I finally understood the big deal, finally! I watched "Purple Rain" at her house on beta videotape. Scandalous! Her mom took her to see Prince in concert in Cincinnati and I was soooo excited for her! She also got to participate in "Hands Across America," which was super cool.
In middle school, I chose to play the clarinet because she was going to play the clarinet. Her cousin, Patty, had played one and Patty was cool. That was all I needed! She ended up quitting clarinet and left me behind in middle school band. Later, in high school, I convinced her that band was where it was at and tried to get her to join again. She tried the clarinet one time and we decided that, perhaps, the cymbals would be better lol. We got to go to band camp and on trips together. We also enjoyed 4H camps.
I know who every crush she ever had was and she knew all of mine. We always trusted one another with this deep information and would listen to one another's obsessions & dreams. We cried on each other's shoulders when our hearts got broken and rooted the other on. We learned about life together and shared any bit of information we received with the other. The birds & the bees, puberty, and boys.
Despite having a falling out, I knew the moment that she needed me almost psychically. I had seen her in a dream crying and found out that her first marriage was ending badly after a very short time. Time went by and she had babies and gave me tips on breastfeeding and being a mom when I had my first. She stopped by to see my firstborn and her car caught on fire in my driveway! We had to call the fire department!
We didn't see one another much as adults. I was there when her grandma died and, later, her mom. We talked on the phone some and her last years were hard ones. She struggled with severe psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis, which left her unable to do many things. She had many ailments as a child (she was even on homebound in middle school…which I hated!). She suffered from losses of people she loved, dreams she had, and hopes she always held dear. It seemed as though her health went in a steady decline and she had a heart attack.
The last time I saw her was in her hospital room, before her triple bypass. I wanted to see her, in case she died. I brought her a stuffed animal to hug when she was scared. I gave her a big hug & told her I loved her before saying goodbye. From that time until now, I spoke very little to her. Not because I didn't want to, but she had descended into a place in which I couldn't accompany her. It was a path she had to work out on her own. I tried to help, but our story ends when I disappeared so that she could sort out her life.
I have read through her Facebook posts over the past year and 99% of them were praising God & witnessing. They are uplifting & I know that she was saved. Stacey, you are definitely more than all the problems life dealt to you! You were beautiful, you were loved, and you were GOOD ENOUGH. You are the child of the KING and I know you are rejoicing. You have broken free of your pain, weakness, misery, loneliness, and disappointment. You no longer have to be let down by anyone. You have a perfect, healthy body now and are with those you loved who went before you.
I woke up Sunday morning, strangely early…I had dreamt of her. I picked up my phone and saw the beginning of a message from her daughter. I knew she was gone, without even reading it. I got up, quietly, and sat alone and read the message. I didn't cry that day. I awoke yesterday and reality set in and I had some tears. But how do I grieve for someone being in the presence of God? I cannot. I believe I grieved for her earthly life and how it didn't really turn out as she had hoped. I will see you again, my friend and sister. And when I do, we will go for a walk on a dusty dirt road and talk about everything. We will swing on the porch and reminisce. We will sit up and giggle and recall all the secrets we kept all those years. Thank you for being my friend. I love you.
Your friend, Alice
Stacey Dawn (Rummel) Abbott, 49, of Parkersburg, West Virginia, passed away Sunday, August 7, 2022, at her home in Parkersburg, WV.
She was born August 16, 1972, in Ripley, WV, a daughter of Bobby and Carol Ann (Mitchell) Rummel Bowles.
Survivors include her children Dakota Lee Abbott of Ripley, WV; daughter, Adawnika ShyAnn Abbott, of Ripley,WV; grandchildren, Landyn Abbott and Corey McCormick.
There will be no public services at this time.
Since there are no services, I wrote some reflections about Stacey. I hope you enjoy it.
*****************************
 Stacey
I met Stacey in the first grade, 1978, at Ripley Elementary School in Mrs. Bennett's class. I liked her because she loved Holly Hobby and I thought she kind of looked like her with her long hair. I also liked her name
Stacey was quiet and that made her a perfect match to my talkative nature. She enjoyed listening and I loved to talk! When she did have something to say, she spoke slowly, thoughtfully, and methodically. She always seemed like an old soul and wiser than me. She loved doll babies and we both always wanted to be moms when we grew up.
I often got picked on in elementary school, but she stood by me, quietly. Sometimes I felt that her friendship with me made others view her with the same lens they looked at me with. We protected one another and that made growing up easier. She would bring extras of the cool things in her lunch that she knew I never had tried so I could have some (fruit rollups, Capri Suns, and cauliflower come to mind).
She matured faster than me and loved boys way before me. She loved John Schneider (Bo Duke) off "The Dukes of Hazard." I didn't understand what the big deal was, but always went along with it. Her mom, Carol, allowed her to do some pretty cool things and I loved to spend the night with her. She, her mom, and her brother lived at her grandma and grandpa's house (Mary & Ray Mitchell) on Claylick Road in Ripley. Her grandma was a nurse and we thought that was something we might want to do one day (we didn't lol). Her grandpa kept everyone in check.
In middle school, she developed a love for Prince. Lord have mercy, she had every album he ever produced and knew every song. This is when I started to understand more about boys and she loved that I finally understood the big deal, finally! I watched "Purple Rain" at her house on beta videotape. Scandalous! Her mom took her to see Prince in concert in Cincinnati and I was soooo excited for her! She also got to participate in "Hands Across America," which was super cool.
In middle school, I chose to play the clarinet because she was going to play the clarinet. Her cousin, Patty, had played one and Patty was cool. That was all I needed! She ended up quitting clarinet and left me behind in middle school band. Later, in high school, I convinced her that band was where it was at and tried to get her to join again. She tried the clarinet one time and we decided that, perhaps, the cymbals would be better lol. We got to go to band camp and on trips together. We also enjoyed 4H camps.
I know who every crush she ever had was and she knew all of mine. We always trusted one another with this deep information and would listen to one another's obsessions & dreams. We cried on each other's shoulders when our hearts got broken and rooted the other on. We learned about life together and shared any bit of information we received with the other. The birds & the bees, puberty, and boys.
Despite having a falling out, I knew the moment that she needed me almost psychically. I had seen her in a dream crying and found out that her first marriage was ending badly after a very short time. Time went by and she had babies and gave me tips on breastfeeding and being a mom when I had my first. She stopped by to see my firstborn and her car caught on fire in my driveway! We had to call the fire department!
We didn't see one another much as adults. I was there when her grandma died and, later, her mom. We talked on the phone some and her last years were hard ones. She struggled with severe psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis, which left her unable to do many things. She had many ailments as a child (she was even on homebound in middle school…which I hated!). She suffered from losses of people she loved, dreams she had, and hopes she always held dear. It seemed as though her health went in a steady decline and she had a heart attack.
The last time I saw her was in her hospital room, before her triple bypass. I wanted to see her, in case she died. I brought her a stuffed animal to hug when she was scared. I gave her a big hug & told her I loved her before saying goodbye. From that time until now, I spoke very little to her. Not because I didn't want to, but she had descended into a place in which I couldn't accompany her. It was a path she had to work out on her own. I tried to help, but our story ends when I disappeared so that she could sort out her life.
I have read through her Facebook posts over the past year and 99% of them were praising God & witnessing. They are uplifting & I know that she was saved. Stacey, you are definitely more than all the problems life dealt to you! You were beautiful, you were loved, and you were GOOD ENOUGH. You are the child of the KING and I know you are rejoicing. You have broken free of your pain, weakness, misery, loneliness, and disappointment. You no longer have to be let down by anyone. You have a perfect, healthy body now and are with those you loved who went before you.
I woke up Sunday morning, strangely early…I had dreamt of her. I picked up my phone and saw the beginning of a message from her daughter. I knew she was gone, without even reading it. I got up, quietly, and sat alone and read the message. I didn't cry that day. I awoke yesterday and reality set in and I had some tears. But how do I grieve for someone being in the presence of God? I cannot. I believe I grieved for her earthly life and how it didn't really turn out as she had hoped. I will see you again, my friend and sister. And when I do, we will go for a walk on a dusty dirt road and talk about everything. We will swing on the porch and reminisce. We will sit up and giggle and recall all the secrets we kept all those years. Thank you for being my friend. I love you.
Your friend, Alice
She was born August 16, 1972, in Ripley, WV, a daughter of Bobby and Carol Ann (Mitchell) Rummel Bowles.
Survivors include her children Dakota Lee Abbott of Ripley, WV; daughter, Adawnika ShyAnn Abbott, of Ripley,WV; grandchildren, Landyn Abbott and Corey McCormick.
There will be no public services at this time.
Since there are no services, I wrote some reflections about Stacey. I hope you enjoy it.
*****************************
 Stacey
I met Stacey in the first grade, 1978, at Ripley Elementary School in Mrs. Bennett's class. I liked her because she loved Holly Hobby and I thought she kind of looked like her with her long hair. I also liked her name
Stacey was quiet and that made her a perfect match to my talkative nature. She enjoyed listening and I loved to talk! When she did have something to say, she spoke slowly, thoughtfully, and methodically. She always seemed like an old soul and wiser than me. She loved doll babies and we both always wanted to be moms when we grew up.
I often got picked on in elementary school, but she stood by me, quietly. Sometimes I felt that her friendship with me made others view her with the same lens they looked at me with. We protected one another and that made growing up easier. She would bring extras of the cool things in her lunch that she knew I never had tried so I could have some (fruit rollups, Capri Suns, and cauliflower come to mind).
She matured faster than me and loved boys way before me. She loved John Schneider (Bo Duke) off "The Dukes of Hazard." I didn't understand what the big deal was, but always went along with it. Her mom, Carol, allowed her to do some pretty cool things and I loved to spend the night with her. She, her mom, and her brother lived at her grandma and grandpa's house (Mary & Ray Mitchell) on Claylick Road in Ripley. Her grandma was a nurse and we thought that was something we might want to do one day (we didn't lol). Her grandpa kept everyone in check.
In middle school, she developed a love for Prince. Lord have mercy, she had every album he ever produced and knew every song. This is when I started to understand more about boys and she loved that I finally understood the big deal, finally! I watched "Purple Rain" at her house on beta videotape. Scandalous! Her mom took her to see Prince in concert in Cincinnati and I was soooo excited for her! She also got to participate in "Hands Across America," which was super cool.
In middle school, I chose to play the clarinet because she was going to play the clarinet. Her cousin, Patty, had played one and Patty was cool. That was all I needed! She ended up quitting clarinet and left me behind in middle school band. Later, in high school, I convinced her that band was where it was at and tried to get her to join again. She tried the clarinet one time and we decided that, perhaps, the cymbals would be better lol. We got to go to band camp and on trips together. We also enjoyed 4H camps.
I know who every crush she ever had was and she knew all of mine. We always trusted one another with this deep information and would listen to one another's obsessions & dreams. We cried on each other's shoulders when our hearts got broken and rooted the other on. We learned about life together and shared any bit of information we received with the other. The birds & the bees, puberty, and boys.
Despite having a falling out, I knew the moment that she needed me almost psychically. I had seen her in a dream crying and found out that her first marriage was ending badly after a very short time. Time went by and she had babies and gave me tips on breastfeeding and being a mom when I had my first. She stopped by to see my firstborn and her car caught on fire in my driveway! We had to call the fire department!
We didn't see one another much as adults. I was there when her grandma died and, later, her mom. We talked on the phone some and her last years were hard ones. She struggled with severe psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis, which left her unable to do many things. She had many ailments as a child (she was even on homebound in middle school…which I hated!). She suffered from losses of people she loved, dreams she had, and hopes she always held dear. It seemed as though her health went in a steady decline and she had a heart attack.
The last time I saw her was in her hospital room, before her triple bypass. I wanted to see her, in case she died. I brought her a stuffed animal to hug when she was scared. I gave her a big hug & told her I loved her before saying goodbye. From that time until now, I spoke very little to her. Not because I didn't want to, but she had descended into a place in which I couldn't accompany her. It was a path she had to work out on her own. I tried to help, but our story ends when I disappeared so that she could sort out her life.
I have read through her Facebook posts over the past year and 99% of them were praising God & witnessing. They are uplifting & I know that she was saved. Stacey, you are definitely more than all the problems life dealt to you! You were beautiful, you were loved, and you were GOOD ENOUGH. You are the child of the KING and I know you are rejoicing. You have broken free of your pain, weakness, misery, loneliness, and disappointment. You no longer have to be let down by anyone. You have a perfect, healthy body now and are with those you loved who went before you.
I woke up Sunday morning, strangely early…I had dreamt of her. I picked up my phone and saw the beginning of a message from her daughter. I knew she was gone, without even reading it. I got up, quietly, and sat alone and read the message. I didn't cry that day. I awoke yesterday and reality set in and I had some tears. But how do I grieve for someone being in the presence of God? I cannot. I believe I grieved for her earthly life and how it didn't really turn out as she had hoped. I will see you again, my friend and sister. And when I do, we will go for a walk on a dusty dirt road and talk about everything. We will swing on the porch and reminisce. We will sit up and giggle and recall all the secrets we kept all those years. Thank you for being my friend. I love you.
Your friend, Alice
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