ForeverMissed

This memorial website was created in the memory of Debra Compton, a very loved lady who will never be forgotten. 

Posted by Leslie Thyberg on May 31, 2013
There's never a day that goes by without my thinking about Debbie. I miss our lengthy late night phone conversations (which she called "gab sessions"). I miss her keen sense of humor (and all the hysterically funny emails, jokes and photos she would forward to me). Most of all, I miss her kindred spirit. Love and miss you always dear sister.

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Posted by Leslie Thyberg on May 31, 2013
There's never a day that goes by without my thinking about Debbie. I miss our lengthy late night phone conversations (which she called "gab sessions"). I miss her keen sense of humor (and all the hysterically funny emails, jokes and photos she would forward to me). Most of all, I miss her kindred spirit. Love and miss you always dear sister.
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"I always love getting Car-car Hugs"

Shared by Carlee Wilson on November 3, 2011

Debbie was a fantastic hugger. From the first hug I gave to the numberous ones I would give her she always said that she loved getting car-car hugs.

There was this one time I came back from school in Wyoming - and one of the first things I did was go to see Raquel and Debbie. Walking into her home, and giving Debbie a hug was one of my goals - and I was not disappointed. Her hug was thereputic - and I wouldn't let go for at least fourty five seconds.

"I missed my Car-car hugs."

I was never just 'Carlee', I was always 'Car-car'. No matter what was going on in my life - if I ever needed to go somewhere I could go to Debbie. And she would always greet me with those wonderful hugs - no matter the circumstance.

 

Hamster

Shared by Raquel Street on November 3, 2011

When I was little I had a little hamster named Peanut. It was a really small hamster and one day it escaped from its cage. It was gone for a few days so my mom decided to put out a humane mouse catcher thing so we could catch it without squishing it... well... peanut got squished.

my mom didnt want me to be sad when i got home from school cause we had just lost our dog Keno. so she rushed to the store with the trap that still had my squished hamster in it, and told the guy at zamzows to find a hamster that looked the same.. they found one that was slightly darker by like two shades, and my mom figured I wouldnt notice. well... I noticed.

my mom quickly told me that Peanut had simply gotten darker from her adventures, and of course I believed her!!

I learned years later of what really had happened :)