There are people in my life that support me. They pick me up when I
fall, give me a shoulder to cry on, and hug me when I need it most. I
wouldn’t give these people up for anything, they’re priceless. But there
are also another group of people in my life who are equally as
important, equally as priceless. These are the people that challenge
me. Abby was one of those people. She caused me to be a stronger
woman, stronger than I ever thought I could be. And for that I will
never forget her. I can truly, truly say that I am glad she was a part of
my life. I will always hold a place for her in my heart.
Jen’s Eulogy
My name is Jen Lindley and i was friends with Abby. As
much as anyone could be friends with Abby. Abby could be cruel. She could
be spiteful. She was certainly petty. She spent her days
mischievously stirring up trouble, creating calamity and taking
pleasure in other people's pain. In Sunday school, they teach us that
God made man in His image. So if God created Abby in His Image,
what does that say about God? God has always been a mystery to
me. What kind of deity creates a world full of such tragedy and
suffering? Abby taught me a lot. She taught me how to live life by my
own set of values, not just blindly follow the crowd, in hopes of
winning some phantom popularity contest. But, most of all, I think
she taught me about the true sadistic nature of our God. And while
that knowledge is disturbing, it is true. It is real. And in this society,
so saturated with phoniness and lies, for that little bit of harsh
honesty, I will be eternally grateful to her.
