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Passage of Time

March 29, 2014
by Paul White

Bill I haven't forgotten you or the depth of your love for Stacey, I think about you often. Most of us have faced the loss of someone that we love and we can relate to the pain. Somehow I perceive that the greatest heartache of all is that of the father facing the death of a daughter. I have two daughters who are my world as Stacey was the world to you. I hope that as time has passed you have found some comfort and some peace in all that you and Stacey had together. Peace and comfort in the knowledge that Stacey knew how much that she was loved and in the knowledge that she loved you so much. I believe that in the broad scheme of life it will be just a short time before you will look upon her smiling face once again. Tears of joy will fill your eyes and that heartache will be as it never was.

Your Friend,

Paul White

The little fish.

August 1, 2011
by Barbara Armbruster

Pa Henry bought a kiddie wading pool and filled it with water in his back yard.  He made fishing poles (2) and tied lifesvers to the string.  Heidi and Stacey would jump in and be the fish and pa would go fishing for those little girls for hours.  I do not think he ever caught a fish becase these were well trained fish.  They would eat the lifesavers of the string and keep swimming till the "bait" ran out!   In the quietness of this day I can still hear Stacey's little giggle.  I know she is in a better place but she is missed.  You did a great job with that little fish Bill and Shiela!

Nutz -n- Fudge

May 16, 2011
by Christine Fernandez

 

“How lucky I am to have something

that makes saying goodbye so hard”

 

I have been meaning to write this for sometime now. At first I couldn't, I just wasn't ready. Then there was no time, no internet, no whatever. But everything happens for a reason and today, now is my time, not to say goodbye, to remember and smile at the treasured memories I shared with an amazing person. Today I needed strength. Today I needed to remember Stacey.

Stacey and I had an 'unconventional' friendship. 9 years ago when I first 'met' her, I knew her as UwouldntBelieve, one of her favourite 311 songs, in an msn chatroom. We just clicked. I had never met a person who was WEIRD as I was! Ha, it was awesome. We would chat for hours about nothing and have the best laughs.

We had the same insane random thought patterns that very few people could follow our conversations. So often we'd type the same thing at the same time. Making up our own gang signs out of baseball signals. We were and always will be Nutz and Fudge, the two best ice cream toppings!

One of my favourite conversations was about a news article. 40 drunken santas raided a town centre stealing and running a muck. They even attacked a Christmas Tree. Part of the conversation...

 

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

trippin people with garland tied between two trees

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

wearing fake santa beards with signs that say damn the man

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

posting naughty pictures of the elf's "after hours" party last year

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

LMFAO

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

hahahahaha

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

mean while one drunk emotion tree sits on the curb holding a box of tooth picks crying, pouring out a little tree water for his fallen homies

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

all those wrongfully chopped down without a permit

The end of our conversation went a lil something like that....

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

only to find out that walruses are cheap jew like members of the SP [south pole] who don't tip well enough to make a living

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

This year's christmas show "Rud ‘take its all’ olph"

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

omg omg omg breatheeeeeeeeeee!

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

HAHAHAHA

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

how is it possible for us to take christmas and turn it into a protest and reindeer porno?

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

We’re just that good! Great minds like dirty…. I mean alike?

Smalls McNinja (Stacey) says:

nothing is sacred with us lmao

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

LMFAO aawww life wont be as much fun if it was... and we would never be allowed to speak.. or type!

Kung Pao Ninja Hurt (Me) says:

Im so saving this conversation for the grand kids!

 

Like I said, just crazy randomness. Stacey was the only one I could do that with. She was one of my best friends. She was there for the good times and the bad. I tried to be there for her.

Sept 25, 2009, the day before my wedding ranks up in my 10 best days ever because Stacey and I finally met! BWAHAHA! She was an honorary bridesmaid. Her parents, being the wonderful people they are, drove Stacey 8 hours to be there for me. Something I will never ever forget. Having Stacey there meant the world to me. Everyone who had made a major impact on my life was there, her presence made it complete.

If there was anyone in the world who truly understood me and accepted me and boosted my 'creativity', it was Stacey. She was my soul twin. And my music guru! Although a small part of my heart will always have sadness for her lose, my heart won't be so big without her. My life won't have been so colourful without her. My future won't be so bright without her looking over me.

I hope to have half of Stacey's strength to live life to the fullest. I want to see the colour pink and remember her smile. To celebrate 3/11 every year. To make sure Napoleon Dynamite lives on FOREVER! To own crazy socks. To care for our four-legged and scale covered and water breathing family members. To watch Judge Judy every day... ok maybe not so much that one, but to remember how luck I am to have Stacey in my heart and her family was my friends.

Stacey, you rock my socks and brighten my life. I love you and will miss you always.

Forever, Fudge – Xtine - Christine

April 13, 2011
by Ann Husky

I remember Kim, Kelly and Stacey riding the little red wagon down the street and thru the circle drive when they were little. They went so fast and it scared me so much. But they had the biggest smiles on their faces and laughing all the way!

Stacey Eulogy

April 5, 2011
by Matthew Henry

 

Akuna Matata…   It Means no worries, and I have a hard time saying it to you without a little bit of song added into it. The Song in my voice comes from my sister Stacey. Although she was not the greatest of singers, nor the 2nd greatest of singers or maybe the 3rd, Stacey lived by her by Song, One that included furry animals, fuzzy , five toed rainbow striped socks Bright colored clothes. Pink hair and her everlasting search for her perfect harmony.
                Born August 1st into a family of four, which included mom and dad and her brother Billy and I, she was the gift that Mom had been waiting for. As the story goes, mom would have had a baseball team if that’s what it took for her to get her little girl. Luckily that wasn’t necessary, and Stacey saved us all from that horrible reality of having 9 Henry boys running around. However Momma’s sweet little angel quickly grew out of her girly dresses and pony tail hair and was soon obsessed with worms, snakes and doing what her brothers did. This didn’t set well with mom and soon Mom had to realize that she had lost all control of her sweet little girl, and she had truly become one of the boys.  We had corrupted her.
                Stacey never had a dull moment, and we joke that she never did things the easy way. A story that comes to mind is when Stacey was about 5, I was put in charge of Baby-sitting her in our room while mom dad watched Pretty Woman. All was going well until Stacey got a bloody nose. And when I say a bloody nose, I mean full on gushing, nonstop fountain. We rushed her to the hospital, and upon inspection, the Dr. removed an orange crayon she had shoved up her nose. Now for most people, this would be the end of the story, however when she went to school the following week, she told all her friends and her teacher that she had done this and as a result, Stacey told all her friends that the week before she had cocaine. Dad soon got a phone call from the school inquiring about this. Dad was forced to explain the reason why his daughter was doing cocaine.
Stacey had so much love for anything with fur. Through out the years she was mother to 7 dogs, 3 cats, 3 ferrets, 3 rabbits, 1 guinea pig, 2 lizard, 5 birds, 3 turtles, 2 rats, enough fish to fill a small lake, and god knows how many hamsters and their babies. These were the animals that actually made it into the house. Stacey would have had plenty more if dad would have allowed it. Funny story on this is was when Stacey got a job working at the pet store in the mall. We all thought this was the perfect job for Stacey. A girl that loves animals working in an animal store. However we soon found out this was not such a good idea. She was soon bringing home small animals that she was instructed to feed to the snakes. This job was quickly terminated by mom and dad.
In Stacey’s own words, she believed that interpretive dance is a perfectly ok way to give a college speech, go on a job interview, break up with someone, save the world...
She believed her stuffed animals had real feelings and that cheese, carrots, ranch dressing and BBQ sauce were the four major food groups.
Stacey’s had a strange sense of likes, and my poor mother was subjected to these as well. She loved reading about serial killers, watching movies and the scarier, bloodier and gorier the better.  She loved silly little things, and had a fondness for the dollar store. Crafting, glitter, and the junk shopping with her mother were her favorite things to do. The gaudier the better was her motto.
Stacey wrote once about her hero’s and I quote:
My Parents: There was never a day when I was sick in the hospital that went by when at least one- if not both were there in my room next to my bed. Not one day has gone by without them there to inject my medications, to be by my side at doctors appointments, to take me to dialysis, and to make the sacrifices they have had to make, no questions asked. My Brother Bill: He was able to be home to be there for my mom on Mother's Day when I couldn't. He was also there at my bedside and was everything a big brother needed to be in a pinch. And My Brother Matt: Who was half way around the world and dropped everything to get home as fast as he could. He was there for Mother's Day as well, even though it was spent in a hospital waiting room. He stayed by my bedside and was one of the faces I remember seeing when they would bring me out of my "sleep" from time to time. He too, showed what it meant to be an older brother. They all have shown day-in and day-out what it means to be a Family. Without them there to see me walk again for the first time, to eat again for the first time, to even be able to have ice for the first time in months, they were always there to see it happen. I can't thank them enough. That's why they are my Heroes.
To Me, Stacey was the Hero, She showed us all what a hero should be. She stood proud and strong even when she was not able to stand, she made all those around her want to be better. There was not a day that went by in which she didn’t feel pain, however when you asked her, she as always doing fine. You never heard a complaint come from her about how unfair life had been.  Or how she was so deprived of a quality life. She lived life to the fullest all while stopping to smell the flowers and pet the puppies. She was a hero to so many people. People who she had never met to knew her story. She left a lasting impact on so many people in her short time here.  She was the true hero, She is the one and will always be the one whom I will judge myself upon. If I can live my life the way Stacey did, Then I will be satisfied. Stacey, I love you so much and I miss you even more. But I know your pain is gone. No more test, and no more doctors. I know and you’re looking down on us and smiling. So  Akuna Matata until we meet again.
               
 
 
 
 
 
April 3, 2011
by Heidi Armbruster

I have so many memories as little girls playing with Pa in the basement with all his cash registers and phones and Apple IIGS or sitting on his lap while he drew us pictures or pushing us on the swing set.  One specific memory as kiddos - I remember one time when Shiela was watching us all at my mom's, Stacey and I were playing outside and a tripped over my bike and cut my leg.  I was freaking out thinking I needed to go to the hospital right away because I needed stiches - Stacey took one look, calmed me down and said, "Heidi - You're fine".  I was fine and still have the scar to show for it.

Heidi

Pink Hair

April 1, 2011
by Mary Romero

I remember the day Stacey came home in her little bug and she got out of the car with bright pink hair!!!  WOW--I loved it and told her how awesome I thought it looked---she laughed and said she hoped everyone would be as excited as she was about it.  Such a bright young women--I loved her sassy style and bravery.  I thought you were as Bright as your new pink hair---You will be missed and never forgotten.

Bright blessings Stacey as you will shine in my memories of you.

Mary Romero

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