"Dear Ash,
I don't think I'll ever understand why you did what you did. It's on nights like these where everyone else in the world is asleep, and I'm still awake, trying to come to terms with my feelings and emotions. I miss you so
much. I can't even describe it. I feel like there's a hole in our tight group of friends that can never be filled. I don't think anyone could ever live up to
you.
There's so much pain inside of me that at times, it just fills me up entirely, and I drown in the waves of pain that never seem to stop coming. There are times where I think I've caught a glimpse of your fiery red hair or a
clip of your memorable laugh, but then I remember. I remember that you chose to leave us. You chose to leave us. You brought us so much warmth when you were here with us...then why did you leave us out in the cold? Once again, I find myself filled with questions that can never be fully answered. I find myself lost in these emotions that I don't understand and don't think I will ever
understand. It seems like the hardest and most intangible question is that of "Why?", and I can't stop asking myself it. Why did you do it?
You know, you were the last person I thought was capable of suicide. When I first heard that it was a possibility, I refused to believe it. I'm so afraid of death and yet you chose it as a way out and you left our lives. I always
wonder what you were thinking that night. Where you crying when you wrote your
suicide note? Did you ever feel a sense of tranquility and peacefulness wash over you as you took that fateful fall off your bedroom window? I can just see your beautiful red hair flying around you and cradling you almost, as if it was trying to protect you from your impending death. Were you crying as you took that last step? Did you regret your decision the second your feet left that ledge? who took over the Ashleigh I knew and loved? Did I ever even know the REAL Ashleigh?
I miss everything about you. I can just go on and on for pages, listing everything we've lost with your death. It's been said that there's a lesson to be learned in every death, especially suicide: you never know how many people
you've touched. I used to envy your ability to win over so many random people so quickly. It felt like everyone was just drawn to you because you were so easy to get along with. People you wouldn't even expect have been so affected by your death.
I almost don't want to stop writing to you. I just want to go on and on, as if you were actually here listening to me. I want to tell you everything I
didn't get a chance to say when you were alive. I want to keep on writing, to keep that feeling of you being here with me. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I
can feel you with us. The other day in English, I saw this huge red spider crawling on the desk that you would normally sit at. I couldn't kill it at first, thinking that it might somehow be a sign from you because it was red like your hair. i still feel you with us everywhere I go. The times where I laugh uncontrollably are the times I feel your presence because you loved to laugh so much. your spirit sometimes slips in around me when I say things you would always say, such as, "oups" or "ooch."
I don't think I will ever forget you, but then I become afraid that my memories will start to fade. That the images I have of you are getting blurry. That the sound of your voice and laugh is slowly dying out. I don't want you to fade away! I want to take every memory I have of you and bundle them all up and hold them close to me, so that I will always have them near me.
I know they say that time heals. Time may feel like it's healing, but all that it's doing is slowly stitching together your wound to leave behind a shiny scar, something that will always remain as a reminder of your pain and your
suffering. I'm waiting for it to begin, but all I can feel and think of is you. All I can think of is the immense loss in our lives. All my emotions just blend together nto one massive feeling of loss that overwhelms me and leaves me gasping for air and feeling empty inside.
I never got a chance to tell you what a great friend you were to me. You've helped me through so many difficult times; I wish you would have let me be there for you in return. I never ever would have been able to guess in my
entire life, however, that I would have to deal with the challenge of losing you. You were always the one person who remained constant in my life...how could you just leave me all of a sudden? I love you, Ash. I don't think I'll
ever stop. Even my parents loved you the most out of all my friends. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and at peace with your final choice. I only have one last thing to say and that is thank you. Thank you for gracing
our lives, albeit very briefly, and for allowing me to be your friend during your 16 years here. I'll miss you so much, but I will always remember you. Thank you for being such an awesome friend. I hope you're happy in Heaven."
"Enchilada, Ash. X to the O.
"In loving memory of Ashleigh Gallagher Davis"
"08.09.1986 - 09.23.2002"
"Love Always,"
"Damone"
October 23, 2002, sothere.com.
I don't think I'll ever understand why you did what you did. It's on nights like these where everyone else in the world is asleep, and I'm still awake, trying to come to terms with my feelings and emotions. I miss you so
much. I can't even describe it. I feel like there's a hole in our tight group of friends that can never be filled. I don't think anyone could ever live up to
you.
There's so much pain inside of me that at times, it just fills me up entirely, and I drown in the waves of pain that never seem to stop coming. There are times where I think I've caught a glimpse of your fiery red hair or a
clip of your memorable laugh, but then I remember. I remember that you chose to leave us. You chose to leave us. You brought us so much warmth when you were here with us...then why did you leave us out in the cold? Once again, I find myself filled with questions that can never be fully answered. I find myself lost in these emotions that I don't understand and don't think I will ever
understand. It seems like the hardest and most intangible question is that of "Why?", and I can't stop asking myself it. Why did you do it?
You know, you were the last person I thought was capable of suicide. When I first heard that it was a possibility, I refused to believe it. I'm so afraid of death and yet you chose it as a way out and you left our lives. I always
wonder what you were thinking that night. Where you crying when you wrote your
suicide note? Did you ever feel a sense of tranquility and peacefulness wash over you as you took that fateful fall off your bedroom window? I can just see your beautiful red hair flying around you and cradling you almost, as if it was trying to protect you from your impending death. Were you crying as you took that last step? Did you regret your decision the second your feet left that ledge? who took over the Ashleigh I knew and loved? Did I ever even know the REAL Ashleigh?
I miss everything about you. I can just go on and on for pages, listing everything we've lost with your death. It's been said that there's a lesson to be learned in every death, especially suicide: you never know how many people
you've touched. I used to envy your ability to win over so many random people so quickly. It felt like everyone was just drawn to you because you were so easy to get along with. People you wouldn't even expect have been so affected by your death.
I almost don't want to stop writing to you. I just want to go on and on, as if you were actually here listening to me. I want to tell you everything I
didn't get a chance to say when you were alive. I want to keep on writing, to keep that feeling of you being here with me. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I
can feel you with us. The other day in English, I saw this huge red spider crawling on the desk that you would normally sit at. I couldn't kill it at first, thinking that it might somehow be a sign from you because it was red like your hair. i still feel you with us everywhere I go. The times where I laugh uncontrollably are the times I feel your presence because you loved to laugh so much. your spirit sometimes slips in around me when I say things you would always say, such as, "oups" or "ooch."
I don't think I will ever forget you, but then I become afraid that my memories will start to fade. That the images I have of you are getting blurry. That the sound of your voice and laugh is slowly dying out. I don't want you to fade away! I want to take every memory I have of you and bundle them all up and hold them close to me, so that I will always have them near me.
I know they say that time heals. Time may feel like it's healing, but all that it's doing is slowly stitching together your wound to leave behind a shiny scar, something that will always remain as a reminder of your pain and your
suffering. I'm waiting for it to begin, but all I can feel and think of is you. All I can think of is the immense loss in our lives. All my emotions just blend together nto one massive feeling of loss that overwhelms me and leaves me gasping for air and feeling empty inside.
I never got a chance to tell you what a great friend you were to me. You've helped me through so many difficult times; I wish you would have let me be there for you in return. I never ever would have been able to guess in my
entire life, however, that I would have to deal with the challenge of losing you. You were always the one person who remained constant in my life...how could you just leave me all of a sudden? I love you, Ash. I don't think I'll
ever stop. Even my parents loved you the most out of all my friends. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and at peace with your final choice. I only have one last thing to say and that is thank you. Thank you for gracing
our lives, albeit very briefly, and for allowing me to be your friend during your 16 years here. I'll miss you so much, but I will always remember you. Thank you for being such an awesome friend. I hope you're happy in Heaven."
"Enchilada, Ash. X to the O.
"In loving memory of Ashleigh Gallagher Davis"
"08.09.1986 - 09.23.2002"
"Love Always,"
"Damone"
October 23, 2002, sothere.com.
"Dear Ash,
I don't think I'll ever understand why you did what you did. It's on nights like these where everyone else in the world is asleep, and I'm still awake, trying to come to terms with my feelings and emotions. I miss you so
much. I can't even describe it. I feel like there's a hole in our tight group of friends that can never be filled. I don't think anyone could ever live up to
you.
There's so much pain inside of me that at times, it just fills me up entirely, and I drown in the waves of pain that never seem to stop coming. There are times where I think I've caught a glimpse of your fiery red hair or a
clip of your memorable laugh, but then I remember. I remember that you chose to leave us. You chose to leave us. You brought us so much warmth when you were here with us...then why did you leave us out in the cold? Once again, I find myself filled with questions that can never be fully answered. I find myself lost in these emotions that I don't understand and don't think I will ever
understand. It seems like the hardest and most intangible question is that of "Why?", and I can't stop asking myself it. Why did you do it?
You know, you were the last person I thought was capable of suicide. When I first heard that it was a possibility, I refused to believe it. I'm so afraid of death and yet you chose it as a way out and you left our lives. I always
wonder what you were thinking that night. Where you crying when you wrote your
suicide note? Did you ever feel a sense of tranquility and peacefulness wash over you as you took that fateful fall off your bedroom window? I can just see your beautiful red hair flying around you and cradling you almost, as if it was trying to protect you from your impending death. Were you crying as you took that last step? Did you regret your decision the second your feet left that ledge? who took over the Ashleigh I knew and loved? Did I ever even know the REAL Ashleigh?
I miss everything about you. I can just go on and on for pages, listing everything we've lost with your death. It's been said that there's a lesson to be learned in every death, especially suicide: you never know how many people
you've touched. I used to envy your ability to win over so many random people so quickly. It felt like everyone was just drawn to you because you were so easy to get along with. People you wouldn't even expect have been so affected by your death.
I almost don't want to stop writing to you. I just want to go on and on, as if you were actually here listening to me. I want to tell you everything I
didn't get a chance to say when you were alive. I want to keep on writing, to keep that feeling of you being here with me. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I
can feel you with us. The other day in English, I saw this huge red spider crawling on the desk that you would normally sit at. I couldn't kill it at first, thinking that it might somehow be a sign from you because it was red like your hair. i still feel you with us everywhere I go. The times where I laugh uncontrollably are the times I feel your presence because you loved to laugh so much. your spirit sometimes slips in around me when I say things you would always say, such as, "oups" or "ooch."
I don't think I will ever forget you, but then I become afraid that my memories will start to fade. That the images I have of you are getting blurry. That the sound of your voice and laugh is slowly dying out. I don't want you to fade away! I want to take every memory I have of you and bundle them all up and hold them close to me, so that I will always have them near me.
I know they say that time heals. Time may feel like it's healing, but all that it's doing is slowly stitching together your wound to leave behind a shiny scar, something that will always remain as a reminder of your pain and your
suffering. I'm waiting for it to begin, but all I can feel and think of is you. All I can think of is the immense loss in our lives. All my emotions just blend together nto one massive feeling of loss that overwhelms me and leaves me gasping for air and feeling empty inside.
I never got a chance to tell you what a great friend you were to me. You've helped me through so many difficult times; I wish you would have let me be there for you in return. I never ever would have been able to guess in my
entire life, however, that I would have to deal with the challenge of losing you. You were always the one person who remained constant in my life...how could you just leave me all of a sudden? I love you, Ash. I don't think I'll
ever stop. Even my parents loved you the most out of all my friends. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and at peace with your final choice. I only have one last thing to say and that is thank you. Thank you for gracing
our lives, albeit very briefly, and for allowing me to be your friend during your 16 years here. I'll miss you so much, but I will always remember you. Thank you for being such an awesome friend. I hope you're happy in Heaven."
"Enchilada, Ash. X to the O.
"In loving memory of Ashleigh Gallagher Davis"
"08.09.1986 - 09.23.2002"
"Love Always,"
"Damone"
October 23, 2002, sothere.com.
I don't think I'll ever understand why you did what you did. It's on nights like these where everyone else in the world is asleep, and I'm still awake, trying to come to terms with my feelings and emotions. I miss you so
much. I can't even describe it. I feel like there's a hole in our tight group of friends that can never be filled. I don't think anyone could ever live up to
you.
There's so much pain inside of me that at times, it just fills me up entirely, and I drown in the waves of pain that never seem to stop coming. There are times where I think I've caught a glimpse of your fiery red hair or a
clip of your memorable laugh, but then I remember. I remember that you chose to leave us. You chose to leave us. You brought us so much warmth when you were here with us...then why did you leave us out in the cold? Once again, I find myself filled with questions that can never be fully answered. I find myself lost in these emotions that I don't understand and don't think I will ever
understand. It seems like the hardest and most intangible question is that of "Why?", and I can't stop asking myself it. Why did you do it?
You know, you were the last person I thought was capable of suicide. When I first heard that it was a possibility, I refused to believe it. I'm so afraid of death and yet you chose it as a way out and you left our lives. I always
wonder what you were thinking that night. Where you crying when you wrote your
suicide note? Did you ever feel a sense of tranquility and peacefulness wash over you as you took that fateful fall off your bedroom window? I can just see your beautiful red hair flying around you and cradling you almost, as if it was trying to protect you from your impending death. Were you crying as you took that last step? Did you regret your decision the second your feet left that ledge? who took over the Ashleigh I knew and loved? Did I ever even know the REAL Ashleigh?
I miss everything about you. I can just go on and on for pages, listing everything we've lost with your death. It's been said that there's a lesson to be learned in every death, especially suicide: you never know how many people
you've touched. I used to envy your ability to win over so many random people so quickly. It felt like everyone was just drawn to you because you were so easy to get along with. People you wouldn't even expect have been so affected by your death.
I almost don't want to stop writing to you. I just want to go on and on, as if you were actually here listening to me. I want to tell you everything I
didn't get a chance to say when you were alive. I want to keep on writing, to keep that feeling of you being here with me. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I
can feel you with us. The other day in English, I saw this huge red spider crawling on the desk that you would normally sit at. I couldn't kill it at first, thinking that it might somehow be a sign from you because it was red like your hair. i still feel you with us everywhere I go. The times where I laugh uncontrollably are the times I feel your presence because you loved to laugh so much. your spirit sometimes slips in around me when I say things you would always say, such as, "oups" or "ooch."
I don't think I will ever forget you, but then I become afraid that my memories will start to fade. That the images I have of you are getting blurry. That the sound of your voice and laugh is slowly dying out. I don't want you to fade away! I want to take every memory I have of you and bundle them all up and hold them close to me, so that I will always have them near me.
I know they say that time heals. Time may feel like it's healing, but all that it's doing is slowly stitching together your wound to leave behind a shiny scar, something that will always remain as a reminder of your pain and your
suffering. I'm waiting for it to begin, but all I can feel and think of is you. All I can think of is the immense loss in our lives. All my emotions just blend together nto one massive feeling of loss that overwhelms me and leaves me gasping for air and feeling empty inside.
I never got a chance to tell you what a great friend you were to me. You've helped me through so many difficult times; I wish you would have let me be there for you in return. I never ever would have been able to guess in my
entire life, however, that I would have to deal with the challenge of losing you. You were always the one person who remained constant in my life...how could you just leave me all of a sudden? I love you, Ash. I don't think I'll
ever stop. Even my parents loved you the most out of all my friends. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and at peace with your final choice. I only have one last thing to say and that is thank you. Thank you for gracing
our lives, albeit very briefly, and for allowing me to be your friend during your 16 years here. I'll miss you so much, but I will always remember you. Thank you for being such an awesome friend. I hope you're happy in Heaven."
"Enchilada, Ash. X to the O.
"In loving memory of Ashleigh Gallagher Davis"
"08.09.1986 - 09.23.2002"
"Love Always,"
"Damone"
October 23, 2002, sothere.com.
