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Memories

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The Butterfly Books was a book of thoughts and memories from Beth's friends and family.  It was compiled by Brian Todd and J.V.M.  Many of the pieces you see below are from that book.

Why the butterflies?

The following was on a card given to the Brodies after Beth died.  The butterfly theme took off from there

A butterfly lights beside us
like a sunbeam.
And for a brief moment 
Its glory and beauty
Belong to our world.
But then it flies on again
And though we wish 
It could have stayed
We feel so lucky
To have seen it.

You Are the Rose

The following is a poem that Beth gave to her sister, Dawn, in 1992.  We do not know the source the poem or if Beth wrote it herself.

I write to you, not as a friend, but as a watcher.
I am someone who watches you, sees the mistakes you make and learns from them.
Although you are idolized by many and envied from a distance,
You are someone who needs to be watched.
I have been watching you for a long time.
Hoping to find a mistake you can't fix.
And I am disappointed to find you may be perfect.
The few things I've seen from here have opened my eyes and  made me lean towards living life and not letting it pass me by.
I have hoped to speak to you but when we are close, my words wilt and die like a rose in the winter.
Your satisfaction of life is pure and simple, unlike that of some who struggle to find your perfection and become frustrated.
I am one of those.  I am like a tulip, seeing you across the garden, trying to sprout my petals.  
Your beauty has shone through like the sun on a bright day.
Your smile glows and warms the room.
Your eyes sparkle and light up the night
like a full moon on the rise.
You are the Rose!

Beth Brodie 92'

All About Beth
by Kellie Brodie

Beth Anne
Smart, Special, Pretty, and Fun
Sister to Kellie and Dawn
Lover of movies, cheerleading, and football
games
Who felt happy most of the time
Who needed her family
Who is one of my favorite sisters
Who game my family love and good times
Who would like to see everybody again
Brodie

In Memory of Beth
by Jason Green

This was written by Jason Green in Beth's memory and published in The American Book Of Poetry.


What can I say about Beth?
She was a wonderful girl, she didn't deserve death
When I saw her in the hall, she made me feel great
now that she's gone and I feel hate
She was the kind of girl with a glow in her eye
Please God, tell me why she had to die
She was much too young for death to sweep her off her feet
She was much too innocent, she was much too sweet
Beth was a friend to everyone
I can't believe her life is done
So please everyone, pray with me
Beth will always be a strong memory
Killing the innocent, putting them in silence
Beth is in a much better place;
She is watching over us, she can see our face
Please, can we have a moment of silence now
Pray in honor of Beth
We will always love you Beth


We will never forget you.



Your Friend,
Jason Green

Sweetest Thing I've Ever known
...adapted from Ortha Young

The following was played by the Pentucket Marching Bank
Narrated by Gary Miller
Color Day 1992 Tribute

You and I, We are not children
We have all...Been loved before
We have given...and...we have taken,
many rides....on troubled shores
All the heartache and temptations
Only make us...love you more.


The sweetest thing, I've ever known
Is loving you...


We must never be afraid of losing you
And we must never...want to love...to ever change
We only know that...Thinking of you...
You're sunshine...you're our friend


The sweetest thing, I've ever known
Is loving you...

The sweetest thing, I've ever known
Is loving you...

Letter to Beth
from Shannon Goodwin

Beth,
You are a flower
Beautiful as can be
That blooms in the summer
Stands higher than them all
Is envied by me
But then you are gone
As quick as can be
But you will still be the envy of me.
You are in my hear forever.
Love Always,
Your best friend,
Shannon Goodwin

by Crystal Hall

This world is filled with anger and violence
The clouds grew thicker in the sky,
As we lowered our heads to say goodbye
The flowers on top
The tears in our eyes
The rain started falling from way up high
Tears from heaven
That's what they are
To let us know she has not gone far
In our hears and minds
Is where she will reside
To let us know she did not die
Please remember for ever and ever
She has been carried away to someplace better


Love Always,
Crystal Hall


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by Crystal

She was kind and sweet and missed by all
It isn't fair she had to take the fall
For society's mistakes we learn so young
We learn of killing and violence and the gun
Death took its toll and now she's gone
We must help her spirit to live on
We will remember her now and forever
To come her laugh her smile and everything
She's done
It's not fair she's gone, it hurts us so bad
But I know in my heart
She is up in heaven being happy and glad


Love, 
Crystal

To Beth
by Sabrina Lane

You were the best friend anyone could have,
You made them happy when they were sad.
You cheered them up whenever you could
You knew what to do, so no matter what, you would.
You knew what to say, so you said it.
You were there when people needed a friend,
My love for you will never end.
Even tough we never talked on the phone,
You could tell that our friendship had grown.


Beth, I wish you were still here.  I miss seeing your smiling face.  You were, and always will be, special to me.  Sort of like the older sister I never had (even though we were the same age).  I will never forget you.


Here to Say Goodbye
by Shannon Goodwin, Kristy Turcotte, and Season Faxon

The following are the words Shannon Goodwin, friend and classmate of Beth Brodie, read at Beth's funeral.  These were written with the help of Kristy Turcotte and Season Faxon.

I come here to say goodbye to Beth.  I loved her.  She was my best friend.  I know I speak for Kellie, Dawn, Tara, Kim, Linda, Miranda, Jayme and everyone else when I saw that we will all miss her dearly.  She was a great girl and the first person I became friends with in Junior High.  I remember the time when I slept over the Brodie's house.  Beth and I were trying to go to sleep when Sudsy pushed me right out of the bed.  Beth was always happy, always smiling through her purple and green braces, and always excited.  She could always cheer someone up when they were sad.  She was the best friend anyone could ever have.  Beth would want her family to know that she often expressed here love for them to friends.  Beth even spent hours teaching Kellie some cheers so the three sisters could be together on Saturdays.  Those afternoon will always be a special memory for Kellie and Dawn.  


Beth, I love you.  I will miss you.  Goodbye.  

The Little Girl
by Samantha Marshall

A life that was simple
the little girl was free
only regular worries
nothing she had to be

She was a little shy
but that was okay
she never was a snob
it wasn't that little girl's way

A cheerleader who was pretty
a daughter who was sweet
a sister to the best
a friend you'd love to meet

Her life was in the hands
of the God of love
the one with which she lives
in the heavens above

A boy who wanted her 
she didn't want to commit
so when he got upset
the outcome didn't fit

The little girl of love
became product of hate
so now she lives forever
with the eternal mate

A friend she'll be forever
the Lord was in her eyes
if we let her go
we'll unleash all her ties

The little girl looks on us
and will until the end
until we're in heaven
with this daughter, sister, and friend

Love Always,
Samantha Marshall

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by Anonymous

My star keeps me company and
leads me through out the night

My star watches over me and 
fills my dreams with light

Some things change, but some things
stay forever as they are,

In the sky shinning bright,
My star.

Lost Love
In Memory of Beth Brodie.  We Love You
by Andrea L. Roux
Age 15
12/23/92

The rain is falling like endless tears
Tears of sorrow.
Tears of pain
We lost our love.
She left us here.
All alone, here to stay.
She must be happy.
She must be in peace.
But we are sad to say the least.
For what we see is endless tears.
No more smiles
No more cheers.
We lost our love in a tragic way.
Gone forever, but here to stay.
We lost our love in the most unhappy way.
But our love lives forever.
She is here to stay.
For we keep our love in our hearts.
So now our love will never part.
BETH
She is lost in sight forever.
But she lives forever in our hearts.
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Look on the Dark Side
by Anonymous

Right into common homes
Bears a light, diminishing within its nucleus
Illuminated secrets
Surely (obviously) rigorously recounting yesterday.
Feathers on reminiscent
Wings, helpfully alternating through
Hills, emphasizing
Hatred and sentimental
Difficulties occupy neglected emptiness
Fusing occasionally, resisting gentle ideas veering endlessly,
Mending Entanglement
Your beautiful smile and innocent mysterious sparkle in your eye will remain forever in our hearts and undoubtedly still exist somewhere beyond comprehension.  We love you and miss you.

- Painfully extracted from an anonymous person's heart.

The Girl Upon The Hill
by Anonymous

There lies a girl upon a hill
Who's face I see no longer,
Her life has shown
As she has grown,
That nothing was beyond her.
And so today, the sky so blue
To the sky, I look and ponder,
Is she watching us down here,
Or is she not, I wonder.
Today upon that hill I look,
A grave has now been filled,
I wish to see that small girl's face,
Who now lies, upon that hill.

In Memory of Beth Brodie
by Ben Hodges

The following was written by Ben Hodges shortly after Beth died.  His parents found it years later in his mattress support.

So young to leave, so soon like this your departure. Oh how I miss the smile that kept on being there, showing the world how much you cared. Nothing I could ever say, could bring you back to the world today. Your loveness will always be remembered in warm July and cold November. 

Ben Hodges In Memory of Beth Brodie

It's Too Late to Tell You
by Danielle Avery
12/1992

It’s too late to tell you how I wished we were best friends again.
Other friendships we did begin.

Until this year walking through the Pentucket High doors,
Growing from Freshmen to Sophmores.

This was the first year in many we talked deep thoughts,
about boys, the mall and what we had bought.

The day you told me who you liked,
It surprised me when you said it was Mike.

I thought then maybe we could double date,
But then it happened, your horrible fate.

I cried like a baby all through the night.
That morning I was awake to see the sun light.

I keep hoping this is a nightmare and I will awake!
Why were you the one God had to take?

Doesn't he know you should be having fun?
Or how much you meant to everyone?

As the snow falls upon the leaves,
All I have now are fond memories,

Of the 6th grade science fair
And when I slept over, Sudsy snored like a bear.

Interest in Science we kinda did lack.
Remember signing to “My boyfriends back”?

Whenever I hear that song it will be you I’m thinking of.
You were so cute, so sweet, like a tiny white dove.

In the past few weeks I haven't been able to accept this or cope.
I will be able to someday, I hope.

But I will never forget you!
Your smile, laugh and braces too.

I hope where you are you can hear what I say,
Because it’s too late to tell you how I feel today.

Love you always, 
Danielle Avery                      

Still Feeling the Pain
by Danielle Avery
11/1994

Beth,

It’s been 2 years to-the-day
Since it happened, your horrible fate.

I think of you everyday,
But I know there is nothing I can say.

If right now you were here,
You would see the biggest tears.

Tears of joy if you were here right now!
But you’re not, God won't allow.

Just for a moment I wish I could be,
Right here, right now, right next to me!

If you could visit for just one day,
I know exactly what I would say.

I love you, I miss you, I wish we could have been...
I wish we could have been best friends again.

Love you always,
Danielle Avery


In Memory of Beth Brodie:    The Priority Of Life 
by  Joe D’Amore    
6-3-09  

I am wondering what you’re wondering
Wishing to know what you feel
Hoping to see you in the in the morning when its utterly quiet
When darkness is darkest and the night gives up its fight
And yields to the relentless wishes of the coming light

If there is any way I can let you know, mom, dad
I am ok
Probably even a bit better off than you
Sweetly surrounded by serenity
At peace in the light of truth and knowledge of what we’ve always suspected
That there is a whisper in our heart’s which if we listen to it
Will lead us to heaven

I’ve never grown old you know
Never reached those pinnacles of self reflection where the realization that time flies
Is captured after the fact, in a memory, when it’s too late

I’ve never had the chance to tell you that you can easily live your life in sweetness
Surrounding yourself with beautiful people, always
And becoming utterly fulfilled by being selfless – first in the service of strangers
Followed by your neighbor, your friend, your brother and sister
And then only if you have one last breath left in you- yourself.
 
I call this The Priority of Life

But who am I to lecture here?

I am no authority on anything other than those things I’ve gained expertise in
Through my own experience
I’ll speak freely then. Please indulge me.
This is not your inner voice
It’s  me.
Your daughter, sister, friend

My time was short. You know this
Well I do too
Yet I am lucky to have learned a truth that’s been missed by many who have gone much further down the
         road than I ever did.

That truth is this. I’ll reveal it to you here. Are you ready?
The greatest force on earth is love!
Please, hold your applause. Yup. I made this up myself

And even though many have heard this, and read about it in books, and dreamed about it.
And some have even held it close to them for the briefest moment

Few have actually practiced it.
Let me therefore give you a piece of advice
There is a secret to making the Priority of Life a living principle
Start by loving yourself , then the first stranger you encounter, then your neighbor, friend
Lastly, your brothers and sisters who always make it so easy for you.  Don’t they?

Reverse your priorities this way and I promise you
You will know freedom like you’ve never known it before in your life as I have known it in mine. 
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RECENT WRITINGS

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by Kevin Fitzgerald
1/6/14

To a girl I've never met
Hearing about you and the things you used to do
You've touched so many lives in a short amount of time
If only you knew how many people are here for you 
Showing you so much support for a life that was ended too short
Trying to seek justice in an unjust world
You may be gone but not forgotten
You're remembered as a butterfly so spread your wings and fly
Just know the memory of you will never die
In the end we'll all meet again, but until then, always know you'll have a friend


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by Kevin Fitzgerald

Their once was a girl in this world 
she would never know the impact that she had 
Her life on this earth was cut to short 
feelings for her went from grief to sad
Through the good times even the bad always appreciate the people you have 
Times like this we come together as one
justice will be served we are not done
For a daughter a sister and a friend we will fight this fight until the end

Kevin Fitzgerald

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