Tuesday, April 1, 2008

My assistant Marisha, 1977-2008.


A real tragedy. She was the best assistant we've had here in the 3rd Ward since that Nancy Goellner in 1976, hands down.

I'll post the details soon. Keep Marisha's family and her musician boyfriend Billy Draeger of the band the October Revolutionists in your prayers.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Marisha, we will never forget you. Your rock music updates touched our hearts, and we were looking forward to your thesis so much.

God bless.

Anonymous said...

little warsaw is praying for you. we hope you finish your thesis in heaven, dear.

Anonymous said...

This is a terrible tragedy for our community. Marisha, we all loved you so much. RIP angel.

Anonymous said...

omg, marisha! i can't believ i had to find out about this from your website

i haven't even talked to you all week or anything. i feel like maybe if i had i could have done something to help or stop it or at least gotten to say goodbye to you. i have had some pretty tough times before and you helped me soo much i cant ever forget it. maybe i wouldn't even be around anymore if it wasn't for you

i cant belive it

well you showed me so much inspiration in my life i have to cerry on and live my life for both of us now

even though i'm only in high school i'm going to start a memorial fund for you, marisha, (the link is at the bottom of my post) and i hope that others will give to the fund for children instead of flowers because flowers are very pretty but can fade too soon. like marisha.



And on we carry through the fears
Ooh oh ohhhh
Disappointed faces of your peers Ooh oh ohhhh
Take a look at me cause
I could not care at all Do or die
You'll never make me
Cause the world, will never take my heart
You can try, you'll never break me
Want it all,
I'm gonna play this part
Wont explain or say i'm sorry
I'm not ashamed,
I'm gonna show my scar

Do you fight it to the end
We hear the call to

To carry on
We'll carry on
Though your dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on
We'll carry on
And though you're broken and defeated You're weary widow (me) marches on...