<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:22:53.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For My Friend Corey Womack</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog I put together for my dear lost friend Corey Womack.  Its purpose is to give all of us a place to post our condolences, our memories, and our thoughts.  If you have something you would like to post, you can e-mail it to me at WLentlie@gmail.com
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This is for you Corey.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6055200605075962049</id><published>2007-07-16T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T12:53:30.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Chainsaw</title><content type='html'>Well, I know it’s a little late, but I just didn’t know what to write at an earlier date, and I still don’t really know what’s going to come out, but here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was away on vacation when Corey passed away, I didn’t find out anything until the day I got back, which was the following Saturday.  Like everyone else, I didn’t believe it at first, I still find it hard to believe sometimes.  How could such a terrible thing happen to such an amazing and loving person?  I met Corey in 9th grade Spanish, however in that’ short amount of time, Corey really grew on me.  Corey was one of my best friends, always there to make everyone smile when we needed him, or even when we were already smiling, he would leave us rolling on the floor, laughing at one of his stories.  He was always a good friend, never letting you down, always ready to lend a helping hand, always smiling no matter what, spontaneously dishing out hugs to everyone, even strangers.  I have so many memories of Corey, all of which involve laughing and sometimes crying because of the laughing and shortness of breath.  I still remember the night that I he was at my house giving everyone nicknames, mine being Chiggity Chainsaw.  The name stuck, as well as some other peoples which we still use to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey, the biggest Nintendo fan of all time would constantly heckle me about my whiteness and my support of the PS3, and we could constantly argue jokingly about how the PS3 matched up against the Wii, or how the Xbox 360 just sucked in general.  I ended up getting a 360, not a PS3, yet I know that I will some day get a PS3, just to be the rich white boy that he knows, only to buy a Wii later on.  Corey and I never actually got into an argument, just two friends jostling each other about their nerdy toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very honored to meet such an amazing individual.  He taught me a lot about life, especially how to just be myself.  He is someone who will never ever be forgotten, someone who has influenced the lives of many, and will continue to do so forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently heard Freebird played by a band live.  I couldn’t help but scream the lyrics, just for the man himself, Corey Womack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you man, cya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chiggity Chainsaw Chad English&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6055200605075962049?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6055200605075962049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6055200605075962049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6055200605075962049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6055200605075962049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/07/condolences-from-chainsaw.html' title='Condolences from Chainsaw'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6059667336336007981</id><published>2007-03-22T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:42:19.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial in honor of Corey Womack</title><content type='html'>Memorial in honor of Corey Womack-    Sunday, March 25- 8:00pm, St. Clare's Church on Central Avenue in    Colonie.&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Corey affected so many of us in many    different ways.  He was not just a friend to my children but over the    years had become more like family to us all.  When I think back on the    suddenness of Corey's departure I feel like there is so much more to be    said. Corey's light was with us for such a    short time and he made such a large impact on those around him that some    of us still have the need to join together as a group and express our    gratitude for the gift of life that Corey shared with us. We invite    everyone of any denomination and faith to come and join us on Sunday, March    25th for prayer and reflection.  We plan to offer a few prayers for Corey    and then have a time for sharing so that anyone who wishes can share their    memories of, and love for Corey.  All are welcome, this is not so much a    religious ceremony as it is a way for us to get together to    give thanks for Corey's life and send him off with our love and good    wishes.  Any questions feel free to email Jennifer at apme@nycap.rr.com.    &lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace Corey, I know you are in a better    place right now, I just wish that place could be here and now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="q"&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mrs. Mooney  &lt;br /&gt;"Jennifer  Mooney"&lt;span class="q"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6059667336336007981?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6059667336336007981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6059667336336007981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6059667336336007981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6059667336336007981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/03/memorial-in-honor-of-corey-womack.html' title='Memorial in honor of Corey Womack'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-5633212913221790533</id><published>2007-03-18T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:39:46.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Oscar Zubia</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this.  I just heard today of Corey's passing.  It had been&lt;br /&gt;so long since I even heard from Corey.  All I have now are all of the&lt;br /&gt;memories from when we were younger and still living in California.  We used&lt;br /&gt;to hang out almost everyday, we would take him to school and he would stay&lt;br /&gt;with us until his mom got home from work.  He was always one of my favorite&lt;br /&gt;friends, we all had so much in common. Going over to Corey and Joy's house&lt;br /&gt;was always fun, I never knew how much I would miss it.  When we moved we&lt;br /&gt;barely kept in touch and then Corey and Joy moved to New York.  We would&lt;br /&gt;keep in touch a bit through email and instant messenger but I wish there&lt;br /&gt;could have been more.  Joy encouraged me and my brother to plan a trip up&lt;br /&gt;there but things didnt work out and we all got busy with our own lives, I&lt;br /&gt;wish it could've been arranged, I wish things could have been different.  I&lt;br /&gt;would give anything to go back in time and go up to see Corey one last time,&lt;br /&gt;get to know him again, see what he grew up to be.  Judging from this blog&lt;br /&gt;and from the video that was made for him and all of his comments and&lt;br /&gt;condolences I see that he turned out just like I thought he would.  He was&lt;br /&gt;always an amazing guy raised by an amazing mom.  It hits me so hard that&lt;br /&gt;this could happen to someone this full of life.  He will not be forgotten in&lt;br /&gt;my mind and in my family's minds, we all loved Corey very much and will&lt;br /&gt;always remember him.  We hold so many memories of the past, I only wish I&lt;br /&gt;could've been part f his future.   My condolences go out to everyone out&lt;br /&gt;there who is grieving about this loss and hope everyone can get through&lt;br /&gt;this, life goes on and Corey will not be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Zubia Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Las Cruces, NM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-5633212913221790533?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/5633212913221790533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=5633212913221790533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5633212913221790533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5633212913221790533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/03/condolences-from-oscar-zubia.html' title='Condolences from Oscar Zubia'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6757323368684355903</id><published>2007-03-18T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T13:36:26.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Corey's Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     I  am compelled to write on Corey’s blog to publicly thank all of you for Corey and  myself.  I wish Corey could write  this as he was a far more articulate and creative writer.  I will just have to hope the words come  to me from him. &lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt; I have received such warmth, love and support from reading here as  well as the personal emails, the flowers, the donations, the baskets of goodies,  the pictures, YouTube tribute, chorus ensemble, teachers and mentors  involvement, words and stories heard at Corey’s service, as well as those spoken  privately or in cards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   Corey truly was  one of the “beautiful” people, inside and out.  He honestly surrounded himself with  others, who in their own special way, belonged in the same class.  There is not a lot written here that  surprised me about him.  I have  always known his wonderful ways and qualities.  The one surprise was his “sweet dance  moves”.  He never let on he was a  dance machine.  I was always waiting  to hear it though as my family, the Dutton's, were always known to take over a  dance floor.  :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Love for music was  always in our household.  In fact, I  used to sing the James Brown “I Feel Good” song to him as an infant.  By the time he was able to sit, he would  rock back and forth, with a big smile ,to the rhythm of the song as I sang  it:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  He also developed his  predilection for storytelling at a young age.  Our routine at bedtime was for me to  give a “rub back”, as he called it, while we discussed his day.  At the age of six, first grade, I was  rubbing his back and he started to tell   a   story of his day.  He   described a flock of geese flying down  into the schoolyard, causing the children to run and scream.  The teachers did nothing.  More flocks of geese came until the  whole schoolyard was full of them, children freaking out, and now the teachers  running and screaming too.  I was  sitting there replying “No! How horrible and scary…. Etc”   He lead me on with this story for several  minutes until it became so  absurd   I  realized  he   had fabricated it.  He turned  his sweet face toward me, eyes twinkling with a huge smile, and then just  laughed and laughed – making ME laugh.   He could always make me laugh, and always did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; His favorite movie at  about age two or three was “Mary  Poppins” and I started talking with a  British accent like Mary P. “Would you care for a spot of tea”, “spit spot”  etc.  His gift for accents came  quickly and never stopped.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   I need to  specifically thank Mr. T, Ms. Lupe, Ms Weeks, and Ms. Eichholzer for being his  mentors and teachers as well as his friends. Thank you Will, for creating this  blog, Audrey for the YouTube tribute, Ryan Mooney and Jade Brewer for the  awesome support and kindness as well as assisting with help creating his memory  board.  Thank   you Jeri Ann for writing a beautiful and  comforting song (performing May 12th at Cook Park), Erin  for your lovely poem.  Thank you J-Steve, Sam -Chan, Shane,  Chris, C-Joe, Kayla, Gabby, Jeri-Ann, Sean, Joe, Anson, Will, Will, Ryan, Oscar,  Tommy, Phillip, Gina, Elliott, Brianna, Olivia, Kyle, and numerous others.  Thank you for your friendship.  You made Corey a very happy person for  knowing you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Thank you Renate,  Teresa, Paula, and families, Jenny, Ikey, Valerie, Phil, Ellen, Eileen, BC,  Paul, Scott, Neil ,Janna, Bobby, Judy ,Rusty, Harry, Bibbs, Wanda and My Dad ,  my personal friends and family for being there for me, through it all.  I thank all that I work with and used to  work with for the support and generous gifts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Corey’s best friend ,  John Twordowski  – thank you for  driving me around, coming to visit at any call and assuming Corey’s role in  making me laugh.  I have officially  adopted you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   I always  believed, and   I still do, that  I  was brought to this world specifically to  bring him into this world for his wonderful, nonjudgemental ways, creative  talent and comedic loving nature.   Apparently his gift to the world was completed, his impact felt and  absorbed.  I will miss him all my  life and keep his memories as gifts from him.  Please honor him, carry his memories and  emulate his kind ways.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;To  everyone who has written the wonderful words here, I thank you.  I feel Corey’s love for me through  you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Be  kind to each other, live, laugh, love, sing – and get out and DANCE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;Love,  Joy Dutton, Corey’s mom&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:coreyjoy@aol.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;coreyjoy@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;PS  I know I left some  peoples names out.  Please forgive  me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; " Do not stand by my grave and weep, I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; am not there, I do not sleep.  I am a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; thousand winds that blow, I am the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; diamond glints on snow. I am the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;  sunlight on ripened grain, I am the&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; gentle autumn rain. When you awaken&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; in  mornings hush, I am the swifter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; flight.  I am the soft star that shines at&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; night. Do not stand by my grave and&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt; cry, I am  not there, I did not die."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6757323368684355903?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6757323368684355903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6757323368684355903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6757323368684355903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6757323368684355903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-coreys-mom.html' title='From Corey&apos;s Mom'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-4222884264028577208</id><published>2007-03-04T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:07:55.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from J-Steve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I miss you, so much.  I keep hoping that maybe  this nightmare isn't real, that any day now an email from you will pop into my  inbox.  It all just seems so unfair.  I did not get to spend enough  time with you.  Two years is not enough; every day of the rest of my  life would not have been enough.  You always sold yourself short, never  gave yourself enough credit.  But, Corey, you touched my heart and affected  me the way no else ever has, or ever will.  I wish I could tell you that  face to face...I wish I had done so before, so I could be sure that you  know.  But I have to believe that you can read this, that you're not too  far out of touch.  So you know.  You must know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;So many things are different now...you told me you  thought you were inconsequential, but I hope you see now how wrong you  were.  I mean, the thought of singing "Dies Irae" without you is  sickening right now, and who is going to walk in the halls with me all the way  from 2nd to 5th period every day?  My whole world has been turned  upside-down.  You know, I've started remembering little, stupid things that  matter, but really don't matter...like the fact that I had to check to see if  you'd returned the library book I lent you.  As far as I can tell, you did,  but I never got to talk to you about it, find out if you liked it or not.   I went through all these old papers and things to find the notes you'd written  me way back in 10 grade, remember?  I found them and I read them, and they  only made me miss you all the more.  I gathered all the pictures I have of  you and sadly, it isn't as many as I would like.  I wish I had kept all our  Oswald pictures, and all our old emails.  If there was any way to get them  back, I would...every word you ever typed, wrote, or said to me is sacred to me;  I wish I could gather them all and keep them forever.  I wish a lot of  things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I am afraid...afraid that slowly, over time, your \nface and voice will fade from being crystal clear in my memory to nothing more \nthan dim recollections, and I don&amp;#39;t want that to happen.  Ever.  I \nfear that years of other things will push my memories of you aside, but as you \nsaid about me, I would hate myself if I ever forgot about you.  I can still \nhear you speak, the way you&amp;#39;d say &amp;quot;J-Steve!&amp;quot; and smile your heart-warming smile \nwith those beautiful eyes.  When you sang, I melted inside.  You know \nthat, right?  No other sound like it in all the universe.  I am so \ninfinitely happy you joined chorus and sang with us.  It is impossible to \nsay how much you added to our little 4th period musical group...I know that \nbecause of you, we all have so many delightful memories that will never be \nforgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;There are so many things I was planning and \nexpecting, and taking for granted that they would come to pass.  We were \nsupposed to stand on-stage after the final performance of Little Shop and get \nour senior flower bouquets.  We were supposed to pick out a senior song, \nand sing it, and wear the little red corsages that identify us as seniors at our \nlast concert.  You were supposed to sing &amp;quot;Soldier, Soldier&amp;quot; with us, and \nsing the gorgeous solo Mrs. Weeks had picked out for you.  You were \nsupposed to be there at senior prom, to make the night all the more \nmemorable.  If you had asked me to go with you, I would&amp;#39;ve said yes, \nwithout a doubt.  Corey, you were supposed to walk across that stage with \nthe rest of us come June 22nd.  There would have been laughing and crying \nand more pictures and parties than I care to imagine.  You were supposed to \nbe there to celebrate my 18th birthday with me, just like I was supposed to \ncelebrate yours.  You were supposed to write a message on the back of your \nsenior picture and give it to me, but now I will never get the message you \nplanned to write.  I wonder what you would&amp;#39;ve written...I wish I could \nknow.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I am afraid...afraid that slowly, over time, your  face and voice will fade from being crystal clear in my memory to nothing more  than dim recollections, and I don't want that to happen.  Ever.  I  fear that years of other things will push my memories of you aside, but as you  said about me, I would hate myself if I ever forgot about you.  I can still  hear you speak, the way you'd say "J-Steve!" and smile your heart-warming smile  with those beautiful eyes.  When you sang, I melted inside.  You know  that, right?  No other sound like it in all the universe.  I am so  infinitely happy you joined chorus and sang with us.  It is impossible to  say how much you added to our little 4th period musical group...I know that  because of you, we all have so many delightful memories that will never be  forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;There are so many things I was planning and  expecting, and taking for granted that they would come to pass.  We were  supposed to stand on-stage after the final performance of Little Shop and get  our senior flower bouquets.  We were supposed to pick out a senior song,  and sing it, and wear the little red corsages that identify us as seniors at our  last concert.  You were supposed to sing "Soldier, Soldier" with us, and  sing the gorgeous solo Mrs. Weeks had picked out for you.  You were  supposed to be there at senior prom, to make the night all the more  memorable.  If you had asked me to go with you, I would've said yes,  without a doubt.  Corey, you were supposed to walk across that stage with  the rest of us come June 22nd.  There would have been laughing and crying  and more pictures and parties than I care to imagine.  You were supposed to  be there to celebrate my 18th birthday with me, just like I was supposed to  celebrate yours.  You were supposed to write a message on the back of your  senior picture and give it to me, but now I will never get the message you  planned to write.  I wonder what you would've written...I wish I could  know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;I miss you more than I can tell.  I miss \neverything about you, from all your different faces and voices, to your gestures \nand expressions.  The same black sneakers you wore every day, and the way \nyou hung your coat on the strap of your bag so it&amp;#39;d be easier to carry.  \nThe way we were total kids of the 90&amp;#39;s and had so much in common...the way you&amp;#39;d \nsweep back your hair with your fingers when it fell in your face.  All of \nthese things were strangely comforting in their perpetual sameness and I \nprobably took it for granted that I could always count on you to be the same old \nyou.  Now I miss that comfort and solidarity with my whole being.  I \nhope that I touched you as much as you touched me, and that you will remember us \nall, the ones you left behind way too soon.  Corey, I love you forever and \nwill miss you always.  I carry you with me wherever I go; you are my \nshining star and my inspiration.  I hope you are happy wherever you are, \nand I will never ever forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;Love with all my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;J-Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;So there you go, Will.  Again, I know it&amp;#39;s a \nlittle late and I&amp;#39;m sorry.  Thanks in advance for putting this up there on \nyour site...I really do appreciate it.  See you in school, k?  \nByes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;~J-Steve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n",0] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I miss you more than I can tell.  I miss  everything about you, from all your different faces and voices, to your gestures  and expressions.  The same black sneakers you wore every day, and the way  you hung your coat on the strap of your bag so it'd be easier to carry.   The way we were total kids of the 90's and had so much in common...the way you'd  sweep back your hair with your fingers when it fell in your face.  All of  these things were strangely comforting in their perpetual sameness and I  probably took it for granted that I could always count on you to be the same old  you.  Now I miss that comfort and solidarity with my whole being.  I  hope that I touched you as much as you touched me, and that you will remember us  all, the ones you left behind way too soon.  Corey, I love you forever and  will miss you always.  I carry you with me wherever I go; you are my  shining star and my inspiration.  I hope you are happy wherever you are,  and I will never ever forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Love with all my heart,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;J-Steve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-4222884264028577208?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/4222884264028577208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=4222884264028577208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/4222884264028577208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/4222884264028577208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/03/condolences-from-j-steve.html' title='Condolences from J-Steve'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-3923413311346913948</id><published>2007-02-28T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:03:46.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences From Peter Taormina</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking so much about Corey..and all  of you guyz.  This is the hardest loss for me in some time.  I can  feel the subtle undercurrent at school just below the surface.  I know it's  wierd that this whole thing happened at the beginning of vacation - it sort of  changed the way we all are mourning Corey - but it hasn't made it any less  meaningful at least to me.  I think alot of how Corey was this person who  could always make me smile and how he never said negative things about anyone  else - how amazing is that!  I can remember so many times Corey and I would  just start doing accents or making up songs or rhymes...anywhere.  I loved  it when he came into lunch and helped me sing happy birthday or write a rhyme or  song for the announcements.  He was so incredibly spontaneous and  funny.  It was cool the way he could be that and yet do everything else and  be taken seriously when he needed to be.  I look at his picture and I just  can't wrap my head around him being gone - that's why he keeps coming into my  thoughts... That and the people - all of the people at school but especially  certain kids of course - those of you who loved Corey as I did and who feel this  pain.  I guess I think about how we all change in the face of tragedy and  how it makes us grow - I want to be more "there" for people...It sounds corny,  but I mean it.  I get so much from spending time with kids - you guys all  make me grow in my perspective of this life and the depth and importance of  relationships.  There are so many great people at Colonie - I think it's  easy to be critical of people and think in stereotypical ways, but when this  kind of thing happens we need to look around and really search for the good in  each other, really listen to each other and allow ourselves to empathize with  the pain we feel for so many different reasons.  We need to let each other  go to this place of sadness sometimes and support each other.  I am amazed  by the insightful comments of people and by the incredible maturity and  empathy present at Corey's service - so many of you were able to see what  you needed to do to help each other and to help Corey's family - it just  makes me that much more confident in all of you.  Loss is the hardest thing  we experience in life and when we feel the support of others during these  difficult times we grow....I am so thankful for the time I got with Corey and  for the time that I continue to have with all of you... thanks for putting this  spot out here to write - I probably will be back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.  T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-3923413311346913948?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/3923413311346913948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=3923413311346913948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/3923413311346913948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/3923413311346913948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-peter-taormina.html' title='Condolences From Peter Taormina'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6792909105946536180</id><published>2007-02-24T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:03:43.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Jen Lin</title><content type='html'>Corey was an amazing person. I met him in 9th grade because we had global history together. I remember thinking to myself, "This kid is crazy." To this day, I still think he's crazy. It was his willingness to be crazy, outrageous, unique, and spontaneous that made him Corey. He would go to any lengths just to make people laugh, even if he didn't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so fearless. Nothing would or could deter him from doing the insane things that he has done. I wish I had his courage. He didn't care what other people thought about him. Just as long as he had an audience, he was happy. There are countless memories of him just being him, and the rest of us holding our sides from laughing so much. I would give anything just to have those days back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could make any rainy day seem bright and sunny. No matter how bad your day was he could make it be alright. It was one of his many gifts, but its the one that I will miss the most. I will miss every story he'll never tell again, every picture he'll never draw, every song he'll never sing, and every greeting he'll never make. He has left a void in all of our lives that will never, and can never be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he would not want us to mourn his death, and yet it happens. I know that he would want us to move on with our lives, and we will.  No one can be ready for the death of a friend. Especially when that friend has barely begun to live. So I think he'll forgive us, just this once, for being little sad. But we'll get through this because we have each other, and our memories. And though it may seem like the end of the world in this place and time, life goes on. In 70 years or so, when we die and go where ever we go, I'm sure he'll be there waiting for us. Waiting to make us laugh again. Until then, keep laughing, keep living, because its what he would have wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Somebody better bring the graham crackers or he's gonna be mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6792909105946536180?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6792909105946536180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6792909105946536180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6792909105946536180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6792909105946536180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-jen-lin.html' title='Condolences from Jen Lin'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-4761688429137429334</id><published>2007-02-24T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:53:59.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Corey, I don't want to write this and I'm not ready to.  Who is going to wish me a good morning every day second period? Who is going to scare the crap out of Josh in lunch by coming up behind him and massaging his shoulders using their "sexy" voice?  Besides having about 20 different dialects and I swear, multiple personalities, you spread joy to everyone.  You were an inspiration to everyone, and you never knew this but I was soooooo jealous of you.  I wanted your carefree attitude and laidback personality.  I wanted to be able to laugh at myself and enjoy life the way you did.  To be able to walk up to any person and make their sides hurt from laughing is a talent and gift not many possess.  I hate that people respect you and notice you more now that you aren't here, you deserve more than that.  I wish I could explain just how much you deserve for what you have accomplished but it is impossible.  You have made an impact on my life and so many others.  I hope your mom reads this, because I wanted to tell her something but I couldn't tonight, it was too hard.  I wanted to say thank you, thank you for having him, thank you for raising him the way you did and allowing him to become the beautiful and compassionate person he was and I'm sure still is.  People say I'm sorry all the time and yes I am sorry for what has happened to him and you, but his life would never have been so prosperous had it not been for you, so THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for you Corey, I'm not mad I just wish you could have spent more time here with us, it's so cliche, but life is honestly never going to be the same without a Corey Womack in it.  I know God is laughing a lot more these past few days because he has you now, but please don't ever lose it, you never know which one of us is going to need to be cheered up once we are up there.  You weren't smiling tonight and I hated it, that bothered me more than anything else, I just wanted to see that smile one more time.  God Bless you Corey and thank you for being a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan Dralle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-4761688429137429334?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/4761688429137429334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=4761688429137429334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/4761688429137429334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/4761688429137429334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6618442778354870839</id><published>2007-02-23T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:34:31.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Cristie-Jo Fitzpatrick</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would be so lost. As tears lined my eyes tonight at your funeral, I looked around and I had never seen so many people cling to the walls in a single room. I saw you lying there eyes closed, hands crossed, all made up.. I wasn't ready for that kind of thing. In fifty years I still wouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let those same walls crumble around me as I let someone I barely knew rub my back. This young girl assured me it was going to be okay. Truth is, someday it will be. But, this moment, this point in time. Its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to come up and share a few words, I walked up caring a million thoughts in my head, but by the time I spoke only few fell out. I wanted to tell these people, tell your mom, your dad, your friends... that I loved you more then I have ever loved anyone in my life. I wanted them to know that I was sorry for refusing to kiss you on your prom night, I was scared and so were you. also at the talent show, you dedicated that song to me. I was so embarrassed, and I loved every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your time here was limited, fuck, I hate god for doing that to us. But in all realization, you were the only persons who's laughter spread like wildfire on a blistering summer day. I'm sorry that I blew you off so many times, If I wasn't so indulged in my own life I would have pushed to have spent more time with you. If I only knew how much I would miss you, how much I would want to just hold you, dance with you, take you to Forrest park again (which was in the middle of nowhere but we found our way home) I would tell you that I was selfish and that I was sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, I'm afraid of what the future holds without you CW. You were the only person I could run to when shit got shitty. I guess I got to say my goodbyes, but that will never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I will push myself to spend more time with the people that I care about, From  all of this bullshit god has put me, your friends and your family through. I thank him for the time I had with you. I really hope your mom calls me or something because I know shes hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;your C-Joe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6618442778354870839?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6618442778354870839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6618442778354870839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6618442778354870839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6618442778354870839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-cristie-jo-fitzpatrick.html' title='Condolences from Cristie-Jo Fitzpatrick'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-8284706780515352679</id><published>2007-02-23T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:31:59.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Amanda Cortes</title><content type='html'>The First time I met Corey was in one of my Global History classes. His presence took up the whole room. He always would raise his hand, and even though he rarely did his homework he always had the right answer, and then some. I would always remember Mrs Botta-Rosa rolling her eyes when Corey would ask a question, he knew there wasn't a direct answer for, or give us a fun fact about his favorite Russian dictator. I was envious of how Corey knew all the right answers, without seeming to do any of the work. Also how he really just didn't care what any one thought of him. I greatly admired his bravery, when people snickered at his outrageous antic's, he would laugh right back. Kind of laughing at the closed kindness. The world is a much better place because of Corey Womack. His voice, his free spirit, his kindness and genuine nature blessed everyone one that came in contact with him. Even though this is a tragic time, Corey would not have wanted us not to morn his passing, but celebrate all the great things he has accomplished. I think I can say for pretty much everyone that knew him, that he touched everyone one of us in a positive way. I pray for Corey and his family during this difficult time. But I also want to thank him, for everything he has shared with us. You will be missed Corey Womack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-8284706780515352679?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/8284706780515352679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=8284706780515352679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8284706780515352679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8284706780515352679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-amanda-cortes.html' title='Condolences from Amanda Cortes'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-5319887126352232124</id><published>2007-02-23T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:25:57.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Jade</title><content type='html'>Corey-you are honestly the most unique and genuine person I've ever met.  For the past three years, you've been nothing short of an amazing friend to me.  I can't express with words how much I'll miss you.  I never thought it was possible to feel this much pain.  Yesterday, a bunch of us went to Friendly's and we sat at the booth that we all sat at after Winterball, and I was sitting in your seat.  Joe turned to Ashley and said "So what do you remember about Corey?" and I thought how I could possibly answer that question.  The only thing I can come up with is everything.  The past five days have brought back every memory I have involving you.  It's impossible to forget anything about you.  Every song you've ever sang fills my head and I know that I'll have this cd of your voice playing in my head forever.  I don't understand why such an amazing gift has to be taken from us.  You never ceased to amaze us with your artwork, your voice, or some new crazy dance moves.  Your imagination brought us so many laughs and good times.  I'll always keep the page of your Madame Pompoire cartoon that I have.  Even though you drew it two years ago, I'm still laughing at it.  You were so creative, and never smothered your creativity with a need to be like everyone else.  You never cared what other people thought of you, and I truly admire that.  You were never afraid to be yourself and share your amazing gifts with the world.  I don't know how we'll be able to survive without you.  Life certainly won't have as many laughs.  Even though you were only here 18 short years, you've been such an influential friend to so many people.  I never got a chance to tell you just how much I admire you and wish I had half of your talent.  It's so weird that this year on Febraury break, we're all going to you're wake to pay our last respects, not your birthday party at the VFW playing hours and hours of ddr and darts.  I don't think I'll ever understand why you had to leave so soon, but I know I'll never stop thinking about you.  I could sit here and recount every memory I have of you, but I would be writing for days.  I know that I'll always remember them, so I don't feel the need.  Nothing will be the same without you.  I can't get over the fact that on Monday, I'll walk into fourth period and won't hear you say "Hey jayjay!" and then be able to reply "Hey rayray!".  When we finally get back to singing in chorus, we'll sing Dies Irae, a song in which your voice was so prominent and beautiful, and we won't hear you.  We can sing our hearts out for you, but our group will be missing a key person and we will never sound the same.  I'm so glad that we got to share the time and laughs that we did, I only wish that there could be more.  I love you and I'll miss you forever.&lt;br /&gt;Love,        &lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-5319887126352232124?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/5319887126352232124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=5319887126352232124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5319887126352232124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5319887126352232124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-jade.html' title='Condolences from Jade'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-1965175431123843859</id><published>2007-02-23T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:37:49.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Sharon Segura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hi – I just want to say that I am a dear friend of Corey’s Aunt Judy and I grieve for her and Joy.  I wish I had met Corey from all the things I learned from Judy and all the truly amazing things you all are saying about him!  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As a past graduate of Colonie “Central” High School it gives me great joy to know that you “kids” today are as passionate and loving as we were in the “old days”.  As I have gotten older and I hope wiser, I have needed my friends a lot and I am thankful for all the friends I have.  I can’t imagine losing one of them!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My son will be attending the high school as a freshman next year and it gives me comfort to know that there are truly very compassionate young adults for him to get to know.  Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am deeply sorry for your loss and from what everyone has said they will do on your blog, in the TU and Newcomer guest books, is to hold Corey’s memory with them forever and be changed by the beautiful things he gave or taught you.    &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just wanted to share my thoughts with you and say that the words and definitely the poems brought me to tears!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: windowtext; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Again, I am sorry for all of you and will keep everyone in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sharon M. Segura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-1965175431123843859?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/1965175431123843859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=1965175431123843859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1965175431123843859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1965175431123843859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-sharon-segura.html' title='Condolences from Sharon Segura'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-167319096857602798</id><published>2007-02-23T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T12:34:02.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Amanda Quinn</title><content type='html'>Corey was the nicest person I think I will ever know in this life. He was the person who made you laugh. He was the one person who would never judge you. He was the kinda person everyone should strive to be like. If the world was filled with more people like him, this earth would be a more beautiful place to live on. Its is such a shame he died. He will be missed by all.    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Amanda Quinn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-167319096857602798?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/167319096857602798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=167319096857602798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/167319096857602798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/167319096857602798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-amanda-quinn.html' title='Condolences from Amanda Quinn'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-2302698059841939338</id><published>2007-02-22T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T11:01:22.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Ducky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Corey Womack, I remember when I first met you. It was at the Couch Tour of 2005! You had on that belt with the Nintendo controler attached to it. I think the first thing you ever said to me was "Would you want to play with my joystcik?" It was really hot that summer too and they had to bring in a fire truck to cool everyone off. You also gave me my nickname not too long ago. We went to Mooney's party and you misheard my sister. "Did you just call her Ducky?!" You never did let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;You helped me a lot through this school year too. I don't know how, but you could always keep a smile on everyone's face. You made life seem so great and I'm going to miss listening to your different point of veiws. You really were one of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Thanks for inviting me to go to the library with you and Cody and Jo and John. That had to be the most fun I've ever had. I know we never really finished that movie but it was still a lot of fun. Maybe you could learn how to make bacon ribs? That sounded like a very different kind of food actually... Not sure how good it would taste but maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;I am going to really miss getting to paint with you. I think I was going to ask you to help me play guitar hero because I think we all saw how horribly I failed at it. Teaching me how to play while on expert was so very cruel!&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;I don't think I've ever been mad at you even the slightest bit. Every conversation we had and every time we hung out was just great. It was always so much fun. I can't thank you enough for being my friend. You are my inspiration to be me. To just not care what other people think of me. I'm so glad I got to meet you. I know we weren't friends for a really long time and I wish you were still here. But at least I can proudly say I know the most unique, artistic, and talented guy to ever walk the face of this planet. You really are. I don't think anyone could do so well at everything. You're also by far the best dancer I've ever seen. I know I'm going to miss having such a good friend but maybe I'll get the chance to see you again. And I know that wherever you are you are still smiling and making everyone around you as happy as they can be. I can only hope that I'll meet you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~Ducky :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-2302698059841939338?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/2302698059841939338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=2302698059841939338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/2302698059841939338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/2302698059841939338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-ducky.html' title='Condolences from Ducky'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-1365192874389699123</id><published>2007-02-22T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:48:55.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Chris Futia</title><content type='html'>In the very short time I knew Corey of a little more than a year and a half he managed to leave a lasting impression on my personality and beliefs as a person, a friend, and a sibling. And although I wasn't his best friend I'm glad that I did get to know him as a good friend. Looking back I'm glad that I am able to recall quite a few memories of him within the short time we knew each other in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to meet Corey through tech crew my freshman year at Colonie Central High School. One of the first things I recall about him is that all my freshman year he called me "stupid freshman",  and he laughed when i responded to being called that even when I got another nickname he would still call me that as though it were my real name, we both found it pretty funny. I also remember the day i got sent home from tech crew for having a mach battle with stools and rulers in the art room with him last year. I also think of the countless times we went to the mall in a big group last year before tech crew started. Another hilarious memory of him is the time he told us the joke about how the juice companies had made up the "hollow cost" it was the funniest joke I ever heard. One of my most recent memories I have of him is giving him a ride home one day shortly before Christmas 2006, and being it was the holiday season traffic was awful so the trip to take him home was extra long, I feel blessed to have received that time with him and even though it was only about 45 minutes i feel now as thought its my most favored of memories, because we just laughed and joked the whole time and he had my mom and my older sister cracking up laughing at his jokes. I remember talking about how he camped out for his Wii and my mom offered him $300 for his because her and my stepdad were going crazy looking for one for my stepbrother for Christmas. As we all know Corey loves his Nintendo and he said that he wouldn't sell his Wii for 3 million dollars. And as I type this I realize one of the greatest tragedies of everything about the loss of Corey Womack at such a young age, its the fact that we will never get to here him talk about Super Mario Galaxy or Super Paper Mario or Mario Party 8, but we all know he would've never let us here the end of how great these games are, but I know that they'll have a Wii in heaven  just waiting for Corey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey's death was tragic but let us never forget who he was and how he taught us all how to be good friends  and good people, but first and foremost let us remember the laughter and joy he brought into those lives that he touched. My only regret is that we didn't spend more time together outside of school especially since he said he thought we ought to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-1365192874389699123?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/1365192874389699123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=1365192874389699123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1365192874389699123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1365192874389699123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-chris-futia.html' title='Condolences from Chris Futia'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-7861926770169969577</id><published>2007-02-22T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T01:10:05.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Anson Wong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Will Lentlie and I spoke about Corey; I just returned from New York City and wanted to see how other people were doing. I mentioned how I think that I wasn't sad that I didn't get to say farewell to him before he went, and I still feel that way. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In the time I knew him, Corey and I never fought, had an argument, or even got angry. Every memory I hold with him has been something incredible or just enjoyable. Whether if it was fighting with kendo sticks at 3 am or snorting lines of sugar at Friendly's, I can honestly say that I tried to make the best of every moment with him. I don't regret I didn't get to say goodbye, rather, I really wish that he didn't have to go at such a young age.  &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives in Economics one day and he told me about his plans to go to SUNY Purchase. It struck me that just below that extremely funny layer, was a passion to achieve more. It was amazing to know that he had such aspirations in life and he had already planned out exactly what he wanted to do: Electronic Media. I think it was a few weeks later when he showed me his drawing of the guitar he created for the band logo. My gut reaction was that he pulled it from somewhere online until I realized that that masterpiece had come from his own hand. I couldn't believe the raw talent he possessed; from his singing to that drawing. I still proudly display the picture he drew for me on my Christmas card: a Chinese Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that struck a chord with me was how much he really cared about his family. I still remember how he brought in pictures of his family out in Colorado and how proudly and happily he displayed their pictures to the rest of the Tech Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the seriousness, I have so many fond memories of times we spent together. From learning how to keep things BRUTAL to getting owned in Guitar Hero 'cause he insisted we play Freebird on expert. Recently, we were going through Cohoes with the windows down, &lt;i&gt;blaring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; the Cake song from Lazytown and pretending we were gangsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;I think in the end, I'm extremely honored to have met such a unique individual. He might be gone, but there won't ever be anyone like him so he will always be special to each and everyone of us. I think I also think I have found my idea for the tattoo I want when I'm 18: the Flying V guitar just like he drew for his logo.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: normal;"&gt;I hope I never forget everything he taught me.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-7861926770169969577?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/7861926770169969577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=7861926770169969577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/7861926770169969577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/7861926770169969577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-anson-wong.html' title='Condolences from Anson Wong'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-7568030928879610350</id><published>2007-02-21T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:56:11.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Brianna Garcia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ah, Corey. What a character you are. Notice I say&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“are”, because while the fact is you have died, I certainly know you haven’t gone. You live on in the songs you sang, and the ever-so-prominent memories you have etched in our minds. I truly hope you realize how much you have affected, and will continue to affect, all those you came into contact with. Today Mrs. Weeks told us the story about how she first met you. Honestly, for a second I thought, “That’s funny, I’ll have to ask Corey if he remembers it the same way!” It hasn’t hit me yet. I simply cannot imagine coming into first period and not hearing you say, “hey BG!” or taking that grueling pilgrimage across the hall to math without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After Mrs. Weeks told us that story, I started thinking about the first time I met you. I’ll never forget that Spanish class. I remember being envious of you. You’re such an uninhibited, free spirit, and I wish I could be as open and carefree as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;On behalf of the rest of the world, thank you for sharing your talents. This Earth is a better place because of your heart-melting voice, artistic abilities, unique hilarity, and of course, sick dance moves. I am sure I am not alone in saying that your endearing qualities have made you a person I will never forget. I’ll always keep the coal drawing Christmas card you made me. I’m not certain if you can imagine how much you have taught us all just simply by being yourself. You are a remarkable and admirable person, Corey Womack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It is hard for me to be sad about your death, because while I recognize how much I will miss you, I know how lucky I am to have known you. I can’t help but smile when I think of how wonderfully funny and kind you are. Rather than mourn the loss of you, I would rather celebrate your life. I’m sure that’s what you would want. And while my heart truly aches because of this, I feel the true tragedy is that there are people who were not blessed enough to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You genuinely knew how to live, and I admire that more than you could possibly fathom. My heart goes out to your family in this difficult time, and I hope they know how truly remarkable you are. It isn’t fair that such an amazing person was taken from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Chamber singers will never be the same without you, but we’ll continue to sing for you. This song from &lt;i&gt;Wicked&lt;/i&gt; illustrates how greatly you’ve affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;I've heard it said&lt;br /&gt; That people come into our lives for a reason&lt;br /&gt; Bringing something we must learn&lt;br /&gt; And we are led&lt;br /&gt; To those who help us most to grow&lt;br /&gt; If we let them&lt;br /&gt; And we help them in return&lt;br /&gt; Well, I don't know if I believe that's true&lt;br /&gt; But I know I'm who I am today&lt;br /&gt; Because I knew you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Like a comet pulled from orbit&lt;br /&gt; As it passes a sun&lt;br /&gt; Like a stream that meets a boulder&lt;br /&gt; Halfway through the wood&lt;br /&gt; Who can say if I've been changed for the better?&lt;br /&gt; But because I knew you&lt;br /&gt; I have been changed &lt;i&gt;for good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It well  may be&lt;br /&gt; That we will never meet again&lt;br /&gt; In this lifetime&lt;br /&gt; So let me say before we part&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;So much of me&lt;br /&gt; Is made of what I learned from you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You'll be with me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Like a handprint on my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And now whatever way our stories end&lt;br /&gt; I know you have re-written mine&lt;br /&gt; By being my friend...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;I love you, C-dubb&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;-BG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-7568030928879610350?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/7568030928879610350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=7568030928879610350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/7568030928879610350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/7568030928879610350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-brianna-garcia.html' title='Condolences from Brianna Garcia'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-113935598833924287</id><published>2007-02-21T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T20:01:51.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Vergog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Corey was amazing.  He was truly one of the most imaginative and creative people who I've ever met, and he was always the life of the party.  I can remember a party at Chad's house where Corey simply began telling this story, one the he was making up as he went, about him, Jim, and Earl as they explored the Australian Outback, and the several hostile indigenous tribes and other dangers that they faced and didn't really conquer.  He went on for over an hour, and by the time he was done, none of us were crying because we had already laughed ourselves dry of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Now our tears are different.  The moment I found out Corey had been taken from us, I fell into the chair behind me and cried for a while.  I thought of all the entertainment we won't have anymore, and all of the laughs and jokes we never got to share.  We have been robbed of one of the greatest assets in our lives.  It's just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Corey, without you, life is going to be much duller, less colorful, and not as randomly funny.  Without you, your friends and family are bonding together to remember you forever, and though we are sad, we are trying to celebrate your life rather than mourn your death because that's what you would want from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Corey, even though you no longer preside on this world, you will live on in the memories of you dearest friends, family, and those who barely knew you.  Until we meet again in another time and place, rest in peace my dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick Voerg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-113935598833924287?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/113935598833924287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=113935598833924287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/113935598833924287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/113935598833924287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-vergog.html' title='Condolences from Vergog'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-8524041416032103050</id><published>2007-02-21T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:40:33.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Erin Chesky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Corey was an amazing guy.  He was good at almost anything and everything.  One of my last memories is of him and I walking around in togas at a party.  He had no problem being different, and I admired that.  His spirit will live on in all of us if we take a piece of him with us whereever we go.  We may leave Colonie this summer and choose to not come back, but we will be taking a part of him with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;Corey was a friend to everyone, and a dependable one at that.   He never knew just how much we loved him. His crazy costume from scratch, he was an amazing Burger King. His lovely voice will forever fill that auditorium.  I didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone's voice, but he was the first one I told when I loved his voice. I love you Corey.  Sing your heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;  &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Forever our Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Erin Blythe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ll never see your smiling face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Or feel the touch of your embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I’ll never hear your laugh again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So I say goodbye to my good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I still am wishing I’ll wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And pass you in the hall just once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;To hear your voice so low and deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Sing one more song – oh so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I know you would not want my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But I will cry because you’re no longer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your memory lives on in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A simple tune – your melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Life was way too short for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;A path ended but never through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Your show cut short by “the director”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;You never got your “happily ever after”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So now it’s time to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;But I have a few parting words to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Please paint the sky with your warm smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And think of Colonie every once in awhile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-8524041416032103050?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/8524041416032103050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=8524041416032103050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8524041416032103050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8524041416032103050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-erin-chesky.html' title='Condolences from Erin Chesky'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-1877687871037044311</id><published>2007-02-21T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:33:56.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Gabby Saulsbery</title><content type='html'>Corey, Corey, Corey.  It's  2:43 AM and as we approach the 51st hour of your death,  everything is still so surreal, though it's slowly sinking in.   You are quite possibly the most ALIVE person I've ever known -- it's so  hard to talk about you using past tense.  I know, despite the fact that  you're not breathing the same air we're breathing, you haven't changed  one bit in death.  You never changed for anybody or any  reason.  Once Corey Womack, always Corey Womack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the quote, "It's better  to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all"?  I never  understood it until I got the call that told me you were gone.  Friendship  is definitely a legitimate form of love -- let me tell you, it's  better to have loved and lost Corey Womack than to have never known him at  all.  I met you my freshman year at the first football game into the school  year through my cousin and we clicked immediately because you were wearing  aviator sunglasses &amp; a Jim Morrison shirt, and I love the Doors.  I  remember talking to you in the halls one day about how those sunglasses broke,  haha...we mourned.  I am SO GLAD I met you, it's impossible not to  be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, with so many dreams yet to  be fulfilled, you didn't deserve this but nobody should be blamed.  God  just wanted you sooner...we all know there were plenty of reasons to; you were  sweet and funny and talented and unique and just an all-around astonishing  person.  I remember standing in line outside the doors waiting to get into  homecoming, we were just talking about some things we'd love to do...we said  we'd both go hang-gliding before we died.  You're doing it in death I'm  sure, an angel above us...but whenever it may be that I go, a picture of you is  coming with me so that I can say "Before I died, I got to go hang-gliding with  Corey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could respond to this I  know you and your modest self would deny a bunch of it.  You never gave  yourself enough credit...if you were any less amazing, I don't know if I'd be up  at 3:13AM (this message has taken me a while,  ahhJesus!) writing it knowing that I need to be up in 4 hours for a stupid  orthodontist appointment.  I think your wake is gonna be the first place  you've been in a while where you don't start (and WIN!) a  dance-off.  You're the top, Corey.  You truly are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-1877687871037044311?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/1877687871037044311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=1877687871037044311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1877687871037044311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/1877687871037044311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-gabby-saulsbery.html' title='Condolences from Gabby Saulsbery'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-6411488280922009304</id><published>2007-02-21T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:22:18.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from the Mack Attack</title><content type='html'>Corey the Sunflower Womack. I can't even stress enough how much he's going to be missed. Honestly, what a genuine personality. So out there and so vibrant, yet at the same time so true to himself. Man, I freaking wish I could have his sweet dance moves for one day. Don't even lie, you know we were all jealous that we couldn't just let loose like he did. He didn't care about what anyone thought. That right there is what we should always remember him for. What a great guy. And wow what a great voice too. So many good times with that kid. I've known him since he came here from California, and let me tell you, he was one of the greatest friends I've ever and will ever have. It was literally impossible to have a dull moment with him. He really knew how to make a good time out of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more unbelievable is that he really didn't have any enemies. Even if you weren't friends with him you still remember how he was an animal on the dance floor, or how he sang and sang and sang wherever he went. And his style was all his own. Let me tell you, I'm awfully jealous that I couldn't pull off those Bill Cosby sweaters. No matter where he was, no matter what he did, he did with his own style and his own pizazz. He was the definition of individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, I don't really know anyone who was funnier than he was; I can't even count the number of times he literally had me laughing and yes even rofl-ing. He was at some times Corey and at other times possibly a foreigner from Soviet Russia, he had a plethora of different accents, and he really knew how to make you laugh with them. The kid was an absolute comedian. I mean he made drawings of the freaking LOLer Bot, if that's not a true testament to his character; I'm not sure what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was truly an amazing, genuine, caring guy. I know that we will all miss his smile, his humor, his laugh (along his many variations of character that he possessed) and most of all his presence. I don't care what our yearbook says, or what anyone else says. Corey Womack is a legend, and we dare not forget him. It deeply saddens me that such a great kid had to go at such an opportune time. I think we all should take a good look at Corey, and just really try to be more like him. So carefree, so genuine, so heartfelt with everything he did. It's without a doubt that he really had no regrets and I think we should all look up to him for not being afraid to stand out and be who he was, because he truly brightened all of our days with happiness, cheer and laughter. Thank you for all the moments and memories you have&lt;br /&gt;given us man, you've been nothing short of incredible. I believe that you have truly inspired and humbled all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you Corey, I hope to see you and your crazy self in Heaven some day. I'll miss you bro, thanks for all the incredible times, I'll never, never, never forget you. I'll be praying for you and your family. Rest In Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Macken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-6411488280922009304?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/6411488280922009304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=6411488280922009304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6411488280922009304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/6411488280922009304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-mack-attack.html' title='Condolences from the Mack Attack'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-8436669962274941795</id><published>2007-02-21T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:26:03.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Vinny Ginardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Corey was a great guy and probably the funniest person that I have ever met. No matter the situation he could make you laugh. It is so unfair that he had to leave us this way and at such a young age. I remember one time when Corey, Ryan Mooney and I were on the way to the movies and Corey was explaining this dream that he had. It involved Ryan's future wedding and how everyone that was there was incredibly successful and happy. It doesn't seem right that he won't be there on that day now. I'd give anything for him to call me the 'tiny titan' again, like he did throughout all of gym class in 10th grade. Rest in peace, Corey. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Vinny Ginardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-8436669962274941795?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/8436669962274941795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=8436669962274941795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8436669962274941795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8436669962274941795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-vinny-ginardi.html' title='Condolences from Vinny Ginardi'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-5440650105374479814</id><published>2007-02-21T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T00:22:50.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Condolences from Patrick Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;    I considered Corey one of my best friends. Usually when one dies, all their good attributes are exaggerated and it makes them seem like a saint. But I can assure you that with Corey, everything said about the man is the honest to God truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    Corey was one of the kindest people you could meet. I've never once seen him say something that would purposely offend someone. If he accidentally did, he'd feel really bad and do whatever possible to make up for it. Not only was he kind, but he had a &lt;b&gt;great&lt;/b&gt; sense of humor. I don't think I've ever seen Corey do anything without getting a laugh out of somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    We hung out together whenever we got the chance which, as both of us would admit, was never often enough. We both had the same likes and dislikes and both of us loved to laugh and make people laugh. Infact, the last communication we had was of Corey "commanding" me to congratulate him for his birthday and me replying that I "don't have the pants required for celebration".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;    It is a shame that I never got to see Corey one last time. But I will admit, every time I've ever been with him, I've had nothing but fun. I'm going to miss you, Corey Womack, but even though you're gone, your influence and impact on my life will never fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="sg"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Patrick Kennedy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-5440650105374479814?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/5440650105374479814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=5440650105374479814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5440650105374479814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/5440650105374479814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/condolences-from-patrick-kennedy.html' title='Condolences from Patrick Kennedy'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1273272870190898948.post-8915409987679624554</id><published>2007-02-20T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T13:41:42.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Corey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As many of you know, Corey died early Monday morning in a car accident.  I started this blog so many of his friends could have a chance to share the good memories, and to help out everyone during this difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   This is a message from one of his best friends John about the Memorial Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;"An open viewing will be conducted for Corey on Friday the 23rd. It will be held at Newcomer Cannon located at 343 New Karner Road. The viewing will run from 3-7 PM and services will begin at 8 PM. During the service you are allowed and encouraged to say a few words on Corey's behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To clarify, everything is being done on Friday. The initial word was that it would take place over Friday and Saturday, but everything is being done Friday. There is no burial as Corey had already decided on being cremated should anything happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you would to send a few words to Corey's mother, you can e-mail her at &lt;a href="mailto:coreyjoy@aol.com"&gt;&lt;span back="#ffffff"&gt;coreyjoy@aol.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;    Please spread the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;John T."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    Thanks to Audrey, there is also a very nice collection of videos and pictures of Corey at dances, and a lot of his work in the plays.  It would be great if everyone could check it out.  It can be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Aau11otnPY"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   Corey was the best guy I have ever known.  He was kind, he was hilarious, and most of all he was a good friend.  He was always there for me.  I can remember talking to him for hours about everything and anything.  I remember waiting outside in the freezing cold all night for our Wii's.  But most of all I just remember him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   I don't think I will ever be the same after knowing Corey, and seeing him leave us so tragically.  But then again, will any of us ever be the same?  He touched us all in one way or another.  Whether you knew him personally, or only saw him in the halls, or at the musicals, he will be missed by everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   I hope to see you all at the memorial and service.  And once again, this is for everyone.  I hope that everyone can leave their condolences in comments, or if they so choose they can e-mail me posts and I can put them on the site.  My e-mail is WLentlie@gmail.com.  We all cared about Corey very much, and I think it will be good to have a site where we can all share our thoughts, our prayers, and our memories of him.  He will be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1273272870190898948-8915409987679624554?l=ripcorey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/feeds/8915409987679624554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1273272870190898948&amp;postID=8915409987679624554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8915409987679624554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1273272870190898948/posts/default/8915409987679624554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ripcorey.blogspot.com/2007/02/rest-in-peace-corey.html' title='Rest In Peace Corey'/><author><name>Will</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12958866479125618923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
