Oggar wrote:I loved Liz very deeply. Whenever things were going poorly for her which was frequently I would get a call. It's fair to say we spoke often. I always tried to be there for her. I wonder if things had gone differently all those years ago if I could have saved her from this fate. She had some underlying issues, a bit of botched dental work and the untreated stuff made things worse. Pain and depression mixed with alcohol made her erratic at times, she would often bite the hand that fed her. But she was more than the sum of her damages. She could be a truly beautiful person, that's who she really was under all the damage- a beautiful person. I'll never forget the first time I talked to her. I called Mayhem and he said "Hey want to talk to Liz?" We talked for four hours. Our next few conversations were just as long.
A few months later I flew to Rochester and met her for the first time. At the airport she sprinted ahead of the rest of her delegation and leapt into my arms in the terminal. Tony snapped a couple pictures. The next four days was basically booze fueled PDA's for the two of us. On day two we were supposed to hop a train to Niagara Falls and get married. But we started drinking at breakfast and sometime in the early afternoon she went back to Tony's to "have a sleep". I went to wake her up a couple hours later and just ended up curling up next to her in bed. The trains had stopped running by the time we woke up and it never happened. A couple days later I left town still a single man. She cried and begged me not to leave but I did. Our lives went different ways from there but I never fell out of love with her. We were never out of touch for more than a couple months at a time. I can't believe how much this hurts. Love and miss you Babydoll.
This post broke my heart like your face breaks toilets.
Oggar wrote:I loved Liz very deeply. Whenever things were going poorly for her which was frequently I would get a call. It's fair to say we spoke often. I always tried to be there for her. I wonder if things had gone differently all those years ago if I could have saved her from this fate. She had some underlying issues, a bit of botched dental work and the untreated stuff made things worse. Pain and depression mixed with alcohol made her erratic at times, she would often bite the hand that fed her. But she was more than the sum of her damages. She could be a truly beautiful person, that's who she really was under all the damage- a beautiful person. I'll never forget the first time I talked to her. I called Mayhem and he said "Hey want to talk to Liz?" We talked for four hours. Our next few conversations were just as long.
A few months later I flew to Rochester and met her for the first time. At the airport she sprinted ahead of the rest of her delegation and leapt into my arms in the terminal. Tony snapped a couple pictures. The next four days was basically booze fueled PDA's for the two of us. On day two we were supposed to hop a train to Niagara Falls and get married. But we started drinking at breakfast and sometime in the early afternoon she went back to Tony's to "have a sleep". I went to wake her up a couple hours later and just ended up curling up next to her in bed. The trains had stopped running by the time we woke up and it never happened. A couple days later I left town still a single man. She cried and begged me not to leave but I did. Our lives went different ways from there but I never fell out of love with her. We were never out of touch for more than a couple months at a time. I can't believe how much this hurts. Love and miss you Babydoll.
This post broke my heart like your face breaks toilets.
Agreed. Touching words. Thank you for letting us in, Brian.
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"I wanted a shark high on crack dumped into a piranha tank! I wanted college AD's to pull their human faces off, then dive at each other's lizard throats!" -- waahoohah
Touché, Liz. Keep all those drunks in line, my friend.
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Sgt. HSA wrote:All I can say is I'm beyond sad coming back to this place for the sole purpose of paying respects to friends who died way, way too soon.
I came to the conclusion a few years ago that I had to cut back, big time, because I wanted to see my kids grow up and become adults. And I have, for the most part, done that.
I started typing the same post the other day but took a pass on it. I feel lucky to have a wife and kids who look forward to seeing me when I get home. It's probably the urge to take care of them and the sense of responsibility I feel towards them that helped me keep it under control. I could go at it pretty hard almost every night, but realistically I can't, so now I don't. Essentially I hope I've found a healthy balance among it all because basically, there but for the grace of God go I.
So RIP, Liz
and thanks, RickFred
I just wish there were some actual drunkards around here who can handle themselves like adults while still acting like retards - liquor&poker
i know i said this after mayhem passed but lemmy, liz and tony were the first dd i ever had here. they were all drunk up in rochester and i was drunk down here and i thought, "damn, these are good people and i belong here with them."
i got to meet them at the third rochester invasion, i fell in love with these people and this board even more and have considered you all my family for the better part of a decade.
it kills me when the valkyries swoop down and collect us up to valhalla but i have faith that when my ragnarok comes, i will be at the table with all my lost friends and they will introduce me to new friends i haven't yet met.
we are the sum of our losses.
it's all good in the woods, nobody hears me when i scream.
i know her family hated mdm and us by association but i wish there was some way without inspiring outrage that we could let them know how well loved she was and how sorely missed she is and how positively she affected so many of our lives. her posts, her smiles, her calls (even the crazy ones) and everything else. pretty blonde girl in a summer dress. always.
it's all good in the woods, nobody hears me when i scream.
Her dad, stepmom, and uncle picked up her stuff today. Dad said he wasn't really surprised when he got the call. Funeral will be in New York on Saturday, but I didn't get any other details.
"binary: being drunk makes me amazed at life"
23:22 <@fiyah> i need a new glass
23:22 <@fiyah> this one has ... toothpaste on it
23:22 <@fiyah> i hope it's toothpaste
21:15 <@fiyah> then again
21:15 <@fiyah> we just wash our hands
21:15 <@fiyah> splash water on our faces
21:15 <@fiyah> and see what's out there