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May 16 2006

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 15:52:21 +0000

Rte 106. Plympton. Many of us had to go there. A lot. I looked for her there. Did you? I could not find her exactly, could you? As you will see, I am finding her, more and more and more... Starting from the beginning...

Every piece of glass that might have touched her had to be treasured.

Every note left in the rain and the mud saved...

Priscilla, who rode next to Torri in the back seat that day and struggles with painful injuries,

and the memory of the girl she loved dying next to her ("I just remember hearing, she has no pulse"),

scribbled this note after arriving at the Emergency Room. Her brother wanted us to have it.

at first...

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:19:51 +0000

When Torri died suddenly we left books at the accident site on Route 106 in Plympton, and where Torri was buried in Hanover. I recently brought the books home, temporarily, to scan them for this website.

the summer months after you were gone...

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:13:36 +0000

messages will be added

October through December 2006

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:12:50 +0000

messages will be here

January through March 2007

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:12:09 +0000

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you would be 17 years old

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:11:10 +0000

soon messages will be added here

It has been one year

my name was torri — Mon, 28 May 2007 04:09:23 +0000

soon the messages left recently will be added

Blind Faith

my name was torri — Thu, 02 Nov 2006 18:46:11 +0000

The topic was faith. What that means to have faith. Some say it is a risk to have this. I wanted to know, from the people tonight, what happens when their faith translated into prayer does not work out. For instance, Tuesday morning, May 16th, I woke up and talked to something in my head, God maybe, and asked that Torri stay safe. I asked this all the time. It was routine.

It comes down not only to faith, but another part of faith, called acceptance of the unknown. Our brains cannot comprehend the galaxies, the universe, eternity, among so many other things that don't have words, or our perception. I left my class, determined to drive straight past the Hill. This song came on the radio.

Artist: Blind Faith
Song: Presence Of The Lord

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
I know that I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.

I have finally found a place to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But soon I'll open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
Everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a place to live
In the presence of the Lord.
In the presence of the Lord.

I have finally found a way to live
Just like I never could before.
And I know I don't have much to give,
But I can open any door.

Everybody knows the secret,
I said everybody knows the score.
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord.

Mermaid

my name was torri — Fri, 27 Oct 2006 21:31:50 +0000

Oct 27, 2006 5:44 AM
Dear Torri,I met you months ago across your mom!!sharing Art and Feelings!
i never posted a comment here but you are in my top friends and became a part of my life since i share mails with lucy,you beautiful angel!..you see how much your friends love you and remember u?,i saw ur videos,paints,pics,i listen ur music and that charming talented cute spirit wont go!this sky with ballons is for you!! hope u catch many up there!!

O Star

my name was torri — Fri, 27 Oct 2006 21:28:55 +0000

Oct 13, 2006 9:37 PM
haha i saw that picture of you on that radio show and it reminded me of when you called me and made me listen, friggen star :-p