Category: Blog Post

Rewind

Damn. I am jealous of other people’s connections that they have been feeling with you lately.  I woke up today feeling almost guilty for the numbness I have been  swimming in the last couple of weeks. I can physically feel and mentally see you fading.  Fading out of my head, dreams, conversations and my present moments. […]

Sharing The Essence Of Chelsea Rose Murphy – By Betsy Whitmarsh

The Essence of Chelsea Rose Murphy es•sence ˈesəns/ noun: essence 1 the intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of something, especially something abstract, that determines its character. PHILOSOPHY
 a property or group of properties of something without which it would not exist or be what it is. plural noun: essences 2 an extract or concentrate obtained […]

Cosmic Balls – Chelsea “The Beast” Murphy: My favorite kickball seasons by Scott Carr

It was tough picking out the song.  It had to be just right… something I could play with my windows down, and of course – it had to be Kid Rock. It’s silly, I know.  I felt like I had to be cool I guess.  …or maybe I was just looking forward to having fun, […]

Betsy Whitmarsh’s post to Chelsea Rose Murphy the day of her service

Insanity at it’s finest. Fire starter, Riot maker, Moon stricken, Animal need, Bad seed, Untamable beast. Tech N9ne “The Beast” Josh shared these lyrics at your service today. He said you used to recite them before each soccer game to get pumped up. You were a beast, babe. A beautiful, wild child who made no […]

My Favorite Memories of Chelsea Rose Murphy by Betsy Whitmarsh

My Favorite Memories – by Betsy Whitmarsh, a memorial of Chelsea Rose Murphy I found god in myself and I loved her, I loved her fiercely. – Ntozaje Shange This poem has always made me think of you, Chelsea. I’ve never known anyone as outwardly self-assured as you. I’ve always marveled at your confidence. You […]

The Sound Of Sorrow by Scott Carr – In memory of Chelsea Rose Murphy

The sound first appeared to waft upwards through the grate in the floor, passing up into the hallway outside my bedroom like a leaf blown into the sky on the first day of a fall season.  The sound was different, strange, creating a feeling of curiousity in my 10 year old self – drawing me […]