As we mark the twelfth year since Amy departed this world, we stop to remember a soul whose light still shines brightly in our hearts. Amy was a remarkable individual, a radiant presence whose warmth and passion touched the lives of all who knew her.
Amy’s love for music was boundless, her saxophone melodies echoing through the corridors of memory. In the marching band, she marched with grace and played with fervor, her notes weaving tales of joy and resilience. With every twirl of her baton, she infused the air with an energy that was infectious, igniting spirits and inspiring those around her.
Yet it was in the realm of journalism that Amy found her true calling, her pen a mighty sword wielded in the pursuit of truth and understanding. With an insatiable thirst for knowledge, she delved into the written word with fervent curiosity, crafting stories that resonated deeply with readers and stirred the depths of their souls.
But beyond her professional endeavors, Amy’s heart overflowed with love for those around her. As a mother, wife, sister, aunt, and friend, she embraced each role with unwavering devotion and boundless affection. Her home was a sanctuary of warmth and laughter, where every gathering was imbued with the spirit of celebration. She adored the Fourth of July! With fireworks lighting up the night sky, Amy’s laughter would mingle with the crackle and pop of celebration, her smile a beacon of joy amidst the festivities.
But above all, it was Amy’s smile that we carry with us still, a radiant beam that could part the darkest clouds and bring light to even the gloomiest of days. Her laughter, like the tinkling of wind chimes on a summer breeze, is a melody that lingers in our memories, a gentle reminder of the beauty that once graced our lives.
Though she may be gone from this earthly realm, Amy’s spirit endures in the hearts of those who loved her. And as we honor her memory on this twelfth anniversary of her passing, let us take solace in the knowledge that she lives on in the stories we share, the music we play, and the laughter that echoes in the chambers of our souls.
Rest in peace, dear Amy. Your light will never fade and you will never be forgotten!
11/29/1968 – 5/6/2012