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My name is Mary Ann Houlihan.  I knew Alissa and her family through our work together at church.  My fondest memories of Alissa were of the times on Saturday nights when she would come into the Resource Center to share a moment in time with me.  Alissa loved kids, probably because she was so loved by her family.  She had alot of love to share.  Often, she would come into the Resource Center for some supply item and have a child with her, a child that refused to be left behind.  Wherever Alissa went, this little girl wanted to go along.  Alissa always held her little hand close and, whenever her little charge had something to say, Alissa stopped to give that child her undivided attention.  She absolutely loved being with children!  Some evenings it was definitely a challenge, and other times I'd stroll past her classroom and see a preschooler playfully crawling all over her as Alissa sat on the floor in the midst of the kids.  She tried to explain to me one night how important it was to her to be a good example for "her kids".   I remember thinking that when I was her age, I just wanted to "hang out".  But for Alissa, the example had been set as a family trait, a commitment to be passionate about helping people, so serve others before yourself. 
 
Seeing Alissa and her sister, Breann, on Saturday nights and Sunday mornings were my special moments.  For me, it was a treat. There was just something about them that made both girls stand out in a crowd.  One evening in particular, I recall Alissa coming in and sharing a few moments, "just to talk". She began to tell me a funny story about her parents.  Her eyes always lit up when she talked about her family, especially the funny moments that all families have at one time or another.  When she was done, I said she had a very special close-knit family, parents who doted on her and her sister to make sure they grew up loved and appreciated.  Alissa said that she was the most blessed girl in the world to have her parents and Breann.  She talked about all the fun things they did together, and that they tolerated her music practice before she knew how to really play.  I miss the playful banter between sisters who were obviously very close.  That they took time out of their crazy schedule to faithfully come in and just say hi and give me a hug made me happy.  That they genuinely cared about me and stopped in to make sure I was doing all right blessed me more than I can say. 
 
The children that Alissa worked with were special to her.  She wanted each of them to know how much God loved them, how special and unique they each were. I watched her try to explain to a 4 year old girl that there was not another person on earth that was just like her, which is not an easy thing for a small child to comprehend.  But Alissa did it, and she smiled when that little girl's eyes grew round with wonder and her mouth formed a wide "O" of awe. Alissa knew that the little girl understood.  She took that little girl by the hand to head back to her classroom, giving me a big smile as they turned to leave.  It was such an important moment to her that her eyes grew misty and mine did, too.  
 
Alissa took life by storm and packed as much living into it that not many moments were wasted.  I have never seen such energy, nor such wisdom in someone so young.  Alissa knew that life was a gift, and I was blessed that she and her family shared that gift with me. 

 

Alissa was a wonderful niece.  She was funny, smart, and compassionate.  She had such an infectious laugh!  I will never stop missing her.

Alissa’s Uncle Chuck

 

My name is Helen Gillette, and I have had the privilege to know Alissa ever since I've shared in performing the "Thorn Production" with her and her mother, Angela.   I didn't see or talk with Alissa very much, the energy she was blessed with would take her everywhere in the church!   Running with her friends, getting serious about which scene they all need to concentrate on, or just being the young ladies they were.   I now recognize how many beautiful opportunities I missed to just sit and talk with her. 

However, I was introduced to her by her by her mother once!   I remember one evening at practice Angela made her stop for a millisecond and say hi to me.   Angela was always so proud of her girls, and she wanted to introduce them to me.  She stood along side of her mother and sort of peeked around and said, "Hi."  Then after the shortest introduction in history, she was off racing after her friends.  I never got to talk with her again.   That was my loss.

The poem written by Holly Berg drew me to tears.   What a breathtaking way to describe Alissa.  Holly is correct, what we have left is the memory of the “last note”, however, God will see to it that we all will hear that last note over and over again, until we can all become a member in, "Alissa's Opus."

Helen Gillette

 

 

 

 

My name is Carrie Klarich, and I was a friend of Alissa’s in the Thorn. Alissa has inspired me in many things, including most of my scholarship application essays. Each essay I wrote for different scholarship applications had the same essence. For a “My Turn” scholarship I was asked to write about people in my life that have left an impact on me. The following words are how I responded to this.

Life is full of people that pass through your life, but there will only be a few that truly leave an impact. Not many people are as lucky as I have been to have someone be such an inspiration in their life as I have had. This is because for me, it was a twelve-year-old girl named Alissa.

We met at a volunteer Easter production called “The Thorn” at New Life Church. Alissa was three years younger than me but about three years more mature than I was at that time. She was my consolation for my stresses in life, such as friend problems, and my mother’s new marriage. Alissa would listen and be sympathetic without being judgmental. We were always together, sharing our secrets, ambitions, and making our friendship soar. I looked forward to the time that “The Thorn” rehearsals began, because I could see Alissa again. She went to a school in a different town than me, and was still in middle school when I was in high school. This made it extremely difficult for us to be together when we were not at rehearsal. We were sharing together what we loved most in life: God. Then one day during a rehearsal, I heard an announcement that Alissa was hospitalized with unexplained seizures. My family and I went to go visit her on Easter Sunday, and when we arrived it was heartbreaking to see my young friend in a drug-induced coma. However, it was enlightening and encouraging to see so many people there visiting and praying for her. Many events happened that were encouraging as well. For example, at one point all of her internal organs failed, and then miraculously recovered. Even so, later on Alissa had a forty-eight hour seizure that caused irreversible brain damage. Her family had no choice but to take her off her oxygen machine and pray for the best. Alissa was only strong enough to live for one more day. Alissa died May 9, 2005.

Alissa’s death has impacted me in so many ways. Whenever I pray, I think of her. Whenever I am faced with a moral decision, I think of her. I cannot sing a certain song in choir now that is about death, because the words are moving and every time we sing it, the tears come, without fail. For a while after her death, I was in the frame of mind that everything is good in life will not last. Alissa was so young when she died and it upsets me to think that she has missed so much of life. She will never experience true love, marriage, and the joy of having children. Knowing how much pain and grief I was feeling, my choir director, recently told me that Alissa’s death is a cross-road. I truly believe that his words are something that will stay with me for the rest of my life. This is because his words are true. Of course I can cry for her every now and then, but I learned that I must view this as a positive thing. I believe that Alissa has ascended to a better place where there is no suffering. She doesn’t need to experience true love, marriage, or the joy of having children, because where she is, it is so much better. I must look forward to seeing her again one day, instead of concentrate on how much I miss her. Alissa’s death is a cross-road in that I have been tremendously changed by it. Her death has led me to evaluate my life, and see what is missing. Sadly, it took this tragedy for me to realize what is missing. However, I can confidently say that after Alissa died, I have become a better person. Alissa is my inspiration, and will always be, each and every day.

Alissa’s mother mentioned that she is afraid that Alissa’s friends are beginning to forget her. If only she knew how much Alissa’s death still impacts me, even over a year later. If only she knew that whenever I am required to write or create a project on something personal, I immediately think of Alissa. If only she knew that now, whenever I come across a difficult obstacle in my life, I think of Alissa, and somehow I gather enough courage to overcome.