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Kim Nesbitt Maureen Geisinger
McKayla W. Geisinger
December 20 1993 - March 19 2007

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05-02-2008 12:57 PM -- By: ,  From:  

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief. Psalm 31:9


05-01-2008 7:52 PM -- By: MOMMY,  From:  

Baby Girl:

We miss you so much ---- I still ache for you ... life is so very hard.  Yet, we know you are helping us get out of bed ....

Please SHINE YOUR LIGHT ON US .... I miss you so much .... I can't even begin to put it into words.  One more day closer to you honey .... closer and closer 

xoxoxoxoxox


04-29-2008 6:22 PM -- By: ,  From:  

~GOD'S LENT CHILD~

"I'll lend you for a little while a child of mine," God said,
"For you to love while She lives and mourn for when She's dead.

It may be six or seven years or thirty four or five,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?"

 

"She'll bring her charms to gladden you and should her stay be brief,

You'll have all your memories as a solace for your grief.

I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth must return.
But there are lessons taught below I want this child to learn."

"I've looked this whole world over in my search for teachers true,
and from the things that crowd life's lane, I have chosen YOU.

Now will you give her all your love nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take this lent child back again?"

"I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear God-Thy will be done.
For all the joys thy child will bring the risk of grief we'll run.

We will shelter her with tenderness, we'll love while we may,
and for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.

 

But should thy Angels call for her much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

 


04-29-2008 3:07 PM -- By: Mommy,  From:  

 FOR BOTH OF US

As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us.

 

As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars for both of us.
As long as I can I will remember how many things on this earth were your joy,
And I will try to live as well as you would want me to live.  But it is so hard without you. xoxoxoxo
poems by Sascha from her book Winters

04-29-2008 10:14 AM -- By: ,  From:  

Friend

 

Don't tell me that you understand

Don't tell me that you know,

Don't tell me that I will survive

Or how I will surely grow.

 

Don't tell me that this is just a test

 That I am truly blessed

 That I am chosen for this task

 Apart from all the rest.

 

Don't come at me with answers

That can only come from me

Don't tell me how my grief will pass

That I will soon be free.

 

Don't stand in pious judgment

Of the bounds I must untie

Don't tell me how to suffer

And don't tell me how to cry!

 

My life is filled with selfishness

My pain is all I see

But I need you now

I need your love unconditionally.

 

Accept me in my ups and downs

I need someone to share

Just hold my hand and let me cry

And say, "My friend, I care."

 


04-29-2008 9:47 AM -- By: ,  From:  

This space is with me all the time it seems. Sometimes the empty space is so real I can almost touch it. I can almost see it. It gets so big sometimes that I can't see anything else. - Arnold and Gemma 1983, 56


04-28-2008 4:18 PM -- By: ,  From:  

SO SHE MAY HEAR

 Hillside walk
above the sea,
memories, songs
wash over me.

 Every breath
and every thought,
there is no place
where she is not.

 Bright sun, blue sky,
so crisp and clear.
I sing my songs,
so she may hear.


04-28-2008 4:16 PM -- By: ,  From:  

You Listen, Still

Tonight we cried together,
my lovely, special friend.
It's rare to share true feelings;
most try to keep them in.

When all my words are sad ones,
and all my thoughts tear-filled,
it helps to know you love me,
enough to listen, still.

Others think to cheer me
they should take my thoughts away.
But my pain remains unbroken.
My words dam up and stay.

Instead you burst me open -
out come my words of grief.
I share my darkest thoughts with you,
and then I feel relief.


04-28-2008 4:11 PM -- By: ,  From:  

 

The Long Forever

You left us so quickly,
there were no goodbyes.
How long this forever,
your death and our lives.

The sadness, the anger,
the loneliness of three,
preferring four always,
how small, this new we.


04-28-2008 1:17 PM -- By: Alexis K,  From:  

Hey McKayla!  I am missing you so much!  About now is the time we count down the days but, nothing really good to look forward too.  It is going to be hard that on graduation day you wont be there.  During the hard times I am still going to talk to you and I bet you are still going to be there for us but it wont be the same. 

God Bless


04-25-2008 11:11 AM -- By: ,  From:  

Four Candles For You

 

The first candle represents our grief.

 

The pain of losing you is intense.

It reminds us of the depth of our love for you.

 

This second candle represents our courage.

 

To confront our sorrow,

To comfort each other,

To change our lives.

 

This third candle we light in your memory.

 

For the times we laughed,

The times we cried,

The times we were angry with each other,

The silly things you did,

The caring and joy you gave us.

 

This fourth candle we light for our love.

 

We light this candle that your light will always shine.

As we enter this holiday season and share this night of remembrance

with our family and friends.

We cherish the special place in our hearts

that will always be reserved for you.

We thank you for the gift

your living brought to each of us.

We love you.

We remember you.

-Author Unknown

 

 

 


04-24-2008 4:38 PM -- By: ,  From:  

And the nighttime comes and it fills my empty room...
I wait for tomorrow that can never come too soon...
I wish that you were here to hold you in my arms once more
Wishing doesn't make it so... It'll never be like before...

and I'm so lonely here... so lonely here... alone....


04-24-2008 8:57 AM -- By: ,  From:  

Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief. Psalm 31:9


04-19-2008 11:28 AM -- By: Alexis Keable,  From:  

I miss you so much!  You made me relize that we should do the right thing no matter what and that life can be short and you never know when God will need you.  It is hard to think that God needed you more than us.  But I bet that he saw how much of a good person and how much love you showed towards others that he needed you to join his kindom of heaven.  I wish he didn't take you as soon as he did but I understand his dission.  I just miss you so much!  I am going to be running In the Galla this year for you.  You will be my modivation to keep running.  I love you so much even though I didn't really get to see you in 7th grade.  But, you just made such an inpact on me in 4th grade when you noticed I was a new girl on the team and you were there to give me the helping hand I needed.  I can't thank you enough.  I am looking forward to seeing you in heaven!  May God bless you and your family.  They are still really missing you.  Give them strength.

Love, Alexis Keable

Mites Cheering 04'


04-16-2008 12:29 AM -- By: Randy Ariey,  From: calif  

Hi Mc Kayla, We  miss you. You sure have a special family! I hope your family is getting some sweet consolations! What are you doing in heaven? I wonder what your job is? Take care I will be back soon! love Randy and Family


04-15-2008 7:46 PM -- By: ,  From:  

A Bereaved Parent's Wish List

 

Ø      I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had her back.

 

Ø      I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name.  My child lived and was very important to me.  I need to hear was important to you also.

 

Ø      If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me.  My child's death is the cause of my tears.  You have talked about my child, and you have allowed me to share my grief.  I thank you for both.

 

Ø      I wish you wouldn't "kill" my child again by removing her pictures, artwork, or" other remembrances from your home.

 

Ø      Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.

 

Ø      I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you; but I also want you to hear about me.  I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child, my favorite topic of the day.

 

Ø      I know that you think of and pray for me often.  I also know that my child's death pains you, too.  I wish you would let me know those things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.

 

Ø      I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over in six months. These first months are traumatic for me,  but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over.  I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die.

 

Ø      I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover.  I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that she is dead.

Ø      I wish you wouldn't expect me "not think about it" or to "be happy." Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.

 

Ø      I don't want to have a "pity party," but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

 

Ø      I wish you understood how my life has shattered.  I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

 

Ø      When I say, "I'm doing okay," I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.

 

Ø      I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected.  So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.

 

Ø      Your advise to "take one day at a time" is excellent advice. However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now.  I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.

 

Ø      Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.

 

Compiled by Diane Collins

TCF

 

 

 


04-15-2008 7:26 PM -- By: ,  From:  

WE DO NOT NEED A SPECIAL DAY

We do not need a special day To bring you to our minds.

The days we do not think of you Are very hard to find.

Each morning when we awake, We know that you are gone.
And no one knows the heartache As we try to carry on.

Our hearts still ache with sadness And secret tears still flow.

What it meant to lose you No one will ever know.

Our thoughts are alwoys with you, Your place no one can fill.

In life we loved you dearly; In death we love you still.

There will always be a heartache, And always a silent tear.

But always a precious memory Of the days when you were here.

If tears could make a staircase, And heartaches make a lane,
We'd walk the path to heaven And bring you home again.

We hold you close within our hearts; And there you will remain, To walk with us throughout our lives Until we meet again.

Our family chain is broken now, And nothing seems the same,
But as GOD calls us one by one, The chain will link again.


04-15-2008 7:22 PM -- By: ,  From:  

Almost a Whisper

There was almost a whisper that solemn night
All happenings frozen in time
For a woman who had so long dreamed
All shattered as crystal on cement
For this was to be the most magical of days;
A daughter to be born unto her

A daughter to love
A daughter to watch grow
A daughter to nurture
A daughter to hold
On this day a daughter was born unto her
This woman was given a chance
She had her daughter to hold
If only for a few short moments
She had her daughter to love
This love will be forever in her heart
This love will never die
This little girl was given the time to say her final goodbyes
At the same time as she said her first hellos
The life-filled, long awaited scream of virgin lungs
Was not heard
Instead there was almost silence
Almost because this little girl could not leave unheard
There was a whisper, or almost a
whisper on those tiny lips
That night
A whisper louder than any crack
of thunder to the ears of the
Loving Mother
A whisper that said, "I am here,
acknowledge me, and don't forget me,
for I must go, I must say goodbye."
In a whisper was said what many
cannot achieve in a lifetime
In a whisper a little girl's life was lived.


04-15-2008 7:20 PM -- By: FROM ANOTHER MOM WHO HAS LOSSED HER CHILD ,  From:  

"In remembering our children,
In sharing with each other...
We ease our pain,
We share each step,
We help smooth the road,
And we serve as witnesses
To the fact that we can make it beyond grief
As we support each other.

 


04-15-2008 7:18 PM -- By: ,  From:  

The Will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you


04-14-2008 5:51 PM -- By: Isabella,  From: Amherst  

I miss KK sooooooo much!!!!! Yesterday at the ceremony I cried a ton... The girl looked really close to what McKayla looked like, and I believe the girl really deserved the award. She had great determination, she just kept on going during her competition, even after her fall. I was surprised she kept on going,  just like what McKayla would do, I admit, I wouldn't have gone on, I would have stumbled through the rest, lowering the score for the whole team, just because I messed up. But, this girl wasn't like that, she went on, and finished the rest perfectly.

Love You Soccer Buddy!!!

~IZ


04-14-2008 5:07 PM -- By: ,  From:  

By: Cecilia and Isabella,  From: Amherst  Email:


Our family attended the St. John Neumann CYO awards banquet yesterday afternoon. The church hall was full of young basketball players and cheerleaders, all celebrating the conclusion of successful seasons.

The afternoon awards session opened with the presentation of the Michael DeCosta award - also named after a young athlete who lost is life much too early. The boy's award was given to Stephen Spence, one of McKayla's classmates. At the conclusion of the ceremony, Mr. Eaton presented the McKayla Geisinger award - for the Mite cheerleader that best exemplified McKayla's persona. It was quite emotional for all who attended as he read the text prepared by Maureen and Greg. The recipient, Stephanie Sylvester, seemed quite surprised and humbled.

While we don't know her well, we did see her cheering at many Mite Boy Basketball games, always with a smile on her face. What I sticks out the most for us, however, is  something that happened during the team's state championship competition routine. Apparently, Stephanie had finally "gotten" her back handspring the week before the competition - and was included in a group of girls doing simultaneous back handsprings in a group tumbling formation. The girls did three in a row - and on the last one, Stephanie landed on her knees. It was obvious to the crowd that she was in a lot of pain. Yet she got up, got to her next position, and finished the routine with a great SJN Cheerleader smile (even though tears were running down her face!) What a great example of spirit and determination - perfect attributes for the first winner of the McKayla Geisinger Spirit Award.

The other neat thing was that she also bears a resemblance to KK - with similar blonde hair, twinkling blue eyes and a friendly smile.  We were honored to be present and to commemorate the spirit of a wonderful young woman. It is comforting to know that McKayla's spirit is working on in so many wonderful ways.

Love,

Cecilia and Isabella Stuopis


04-09-2008 3:01 PM -- By: ,  From:  

The Value of Time

To realize the value of one year;
  Ask a student who has failed a final exam.

  To realize the value of one month;
  ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

  To realize the value of one hour;
  Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.

  To realize the value of one minute;
  ask the person who has missed the train, or bus or plane.

  To realize the value of one second;
  ask a person who has survived an accident.

  To realize the value of one millisecond;
  Ask the person who has won silver at the Olympics.

  Time waits for no one. Treasure every moment you have.
  You will treasure it even more if you can spend it with someone special.


04-06-2008 7:41 PM -- By: ,  From:  

From Mom To God . I said, "God, I hurt."

And God said, "I know."

I said "God, I cry a lot."

And god said, "That is why I gave you tears,"

I said, "God, I am so depressed.

" And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones.

" I said, "God my son died."

And God said, "So did mine

." I said, "God it is such a loss."

"God said, "I saw mine nailed to the cross.

" I said, "God, Where are they now?

" And God said, "Mine is on my right and yours is in the light

." I said, "God it hurts." And God said, " I KNOW."

 

 


04-04-2008 8:08 AM -- By: MOMMY,  From:  

Hey Baby Girl:

 

It is snowing again L   what are you doing up there?

 

Getting ready to go visit you …. Keep hoping to see the flowers pop up that Elly and Aunty Holly planted.  It will come, I am sure.

 

Missing you so much honey …. Life truly has changed forever.  Help me to feel and see the sun again – ok? 

 

Loving you xoxoxoxoxoxox

 


04-02-2008 11:54 AM -- By: ,  From:  

A Community That Just Keeps on Giving! - Thank you Katie Dobbs! 
Senior drives return of 'Car' to Souhegan
Published: Sunday, March 30, 2008


Tyler Petropulos is a senior at Souhegan High School in Amherst.


A goalie has to be loud, fearless and instructive; she must have the ability to direct her defense and effectively communicate their roles. Without one, the defense can deteriorate as it loses its power and backbone.

Fortunately, this pressure is nothing new to Souhegan High School lacrosse goalie Kate Dobbs, who'll trade in her lacrosse equipment for a director's seat as she adapts her leadership to a new kind of stage.

At 7 p.m. May 7 in the school theater, the senior will present 'Car,' a hysterical one-act play written by alum Kerry Silva. 'Car' debuted at Souhegan in 1998 under Silva's leadership, and it will be reintroduced to the community as part of Dobbs' senior project.

Although Dobbs' high school career has been preoccupied with academics and athletics, she has always had a passion for theater and acting. With a full schedule that has thwarted her ability to participate in the school play, Dobbs has pioneered her senior project as a means of pursuing her passion.

Roughly half an hour in length, 'Car' is a fun and witty comedy about personality clashes. The premise revolves around five distinct and unique characters who find themselves stuck in a car with each other for longer than they can handle. As their idiosyncrasies quickly surface, their aggravations become the foundation for a hilarious sitcom.

Consisting of seniors, the cast's makeup is one of a kind:

• Katie Scott fills the role of Hannah, a pessimistic claustrophobic.

• Jamie, a hyperactive girl, is played by Devin Dugdale.

• Corey Coon brilliantly brings to life Ros, a fidgety boy with a Yiddish accent.

• Joe, a leader and survivalist, is performed by Jon Harris.

• And Brenna Spaulding rounds out the cast as she embodies the calm and friendly driver named Marta.

Also accompanying Dobbs is her mentor, Peggy Silva, who is Souhegan's writing specialist and Kerry Silva's mother.

'I am so excited at the prospect of Kate doing my daughter's one-act play,' Silva said. 'My daughter is currently an actress in Portland, Oregon, and I don't get to see her creativity onstage very often, so I very much appreciate the opportunity to see 'Car' return to Souhegan's stage.'

With several rehearsals under their belt, the cast continues to prepare for an entertaining evening. Dobbs couldn't be happier with the play thus far.

'The cast is hilarious,' she said, 'and as we rehearse one to two times a week, they are all picking up their parts nicely and really cooperating.'

Dobbs also attributes their success to her outside expert, Bethany Lovering, who has been a significant contributor to the process.

'Between Bethany's help and a talented cast of great kids,' Peggy Silva said, 'it should be a terrific evening of laughter.'

The proceeds will benefit the McKayla Geisinger Memorial Fund, created to aid those who are musically inclined.

So, kick into gear and buckle up for a wild ride as director and producer Kate Dobbs welcomes 'Car' to the Amherst and Mont Vernon communities.

 

 

 


03-28-2008 5:53 PM -- By: ,  From:  

I have recently joined the most exclusive club.
I don’t belong here; I did not choose to sign up.
The membership fee was exorbitant: a price no one should pay. It was the life of my child.

Bereaved parents are what outsiders call us.
There is no single word in the English language to describe us. Not widow, widower or orphan.
No title can convey the magnitude of our loss.

The day I joined this club, my heart was shattered Into a million little pieces.
Try as I may to gather them up again,
I cannot seem to find them all…

A part of me is missing.
The rest of me is irrevocably damaged.
I won’t ever be the person you used to know.
The moment my child departed is the defining line Between BEFORE and AFTER.

I survive because I have to;
To care for those who were left behind.
My grief will never cease to exist;
It will simply become more manageable.

I won’t ask you to understand.
I only ask you to be patient with me.
Unless you are a fellow member,
You will never know the scope of my anguish.

If my eyes tear when you mention my child,
Don’t think that means I don’t want to hear her name.


I cry because she died;
NOT because you talk about her.
I need to know that she is not forgotten.
I have to know that her life made a difference.
I long to share my memories of her with you.
I wait with baited breath for you to speak her name.

I want you to remember that my child did live.

~The Tlapa Family


03-28-2008 12:17 PM -- By: DEBBIE ,  From:  

By: Just for today

Just for today, things are dreary and lonely.

Just for today, there does not FEEL like there is any hope.

Just for today, we grieve beyond description and can not see that it will all change.

The hope is that one day, we all start to feel the light of our children in our hearts, just as strong as if they were still here with us.

And that light is no longer painful. It is a bright light that makes us want to smile, and laugh again. It does come! I promise!

We will never stop missing our children. We will never, ever forget them!

But our new lives take on a different hope, a new light.

Our hearts all beat together


03-28-2008 12:16 PM -- By: Mommy,  From:  

Hi Baby Girl:

It is snowing again .... haven't had enough?  Love you and miss you terribly honey xoxoxoxoxox


03-24-2008 11:37 AM -- By: ,  From:  

Hi Baby Girl:

A year ago today we had your funeral ... life is just so hard honey. We miss you so much - and the pain is as great as it was a year ago.

Loving you ... so much - going to visit you soon.

xoxoxo Mommy

 

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