Birth date: Feb 5, 1988 Death date: Apr 20, 2007
Jodi Ann Luckett, age 19, died Friday, April 20, 2007 in her home. Jodi was a life long Muskegon resident and a graduate of Muskegon High School. Our dear sweet Jodi, you meant the world to so many people. You were kind, helpful a Read Obituary
Tamara,
I am Deanna Olsen's niece. I was just revisiting my daughter, Amber Rose's, condolences page when I ran across your post. I don't know how I missed it the first time. Your daughter is beautiful and her picture shows that she is full of life. The last time anyone saw Amber, she was dancing and laughing. There just seems to be no rhyme or reason. If you'd like to correspond my email address is bsyme@tampabay.rr.com.##imported-begin##Beth Syme##imported-end##
Dear Jodi,
It's been 4 horrible years since your funeral....I'm so sorry.
I love and miss you always, mom##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
Everyday the moment I wake up JODI'S DEAD comes to my mind, I lose my breath and a grief consumes me. Another day doing the same old things, everything on a schedule. I still check my phone, you don't call...ever, you used to call me every hour or so. I know how to text now, you and I could be doing it all day and night...I can't believe you left me, you always wanted to know everything I was doing when you weren't with me, now I write to you everyday, I write what I'm doing, how I feel, in case you get to read it some day. You hated missing any part of my life....now you are missing everything. I want to talk to you, to tell you things, to go shopping with you, to walk you home on the phone when you got out of work..."walk walk walk" I'd say as you made your way to your apartment, not hanging up until you were inside and had the door locked. Every minute of my day is affected by you not being here. My face is long, sad, fat, worn. My body hurts, my mind hurts, my heart is broken. When I can't believe you are really gone I start feeling sick to my stomach, my heart races, my breathing is labored, my mind takes me to the sight of finding you on the floor, knowing that you were dead, not being able to roll you over, seeing the rigormortis in your arms, your legs crossed as if you were comfortable, glass all around you. You'd been there for hours, face down and smashed into the floor, blood encircling your face, bruises everywhere, the bloating your hands clutching your collar tightly as you took the final ride of your life, the seizures must have been bad to create all that splatter. I could hear myself screaming "oh no, jodi, what did you do, what happened?" yea, that's what comes to mind many times a day when I try to convince myself that you really are gone, that you aren't just at your house or at work...I saw you...it was terrible. I cry as I write this, I cry inside and outside everyday. I don't want anyone to feel bad for me, I feel bad enough myself. I want to see you, I can't believe its been over 2 years, I still know what your perfume/conditioner/deorderant smelled like. I have a lot of your things, (I gave a lot to your sisters and Heather and Holly) I never wanted to inherit your things, all those things your loved, stuffed animals, hearts, roses, body sprays, hair clips, markers, letters, kid things, stuff you saved for years. I have memories of things we were going to do, it seems like we just made these plans, now you aren't here. You didn't want to die, suicide isn't about wanting to be dead, its about pain, wanting the pain to end. I'm not trying to blame anyone or make excuses, but honestly, the medicine was prescribed 8 times too much, it wasn't all YOUR thinking, it was medicine that causes you to feel suicidal. I told you that if you ever felt that way to let me know because it wasn't the right way of thinking and the medicine could make you have bad thoughts...but overdosing by that much everyday just made you unable to sleep, 44 hours with no sleep...can cause psychosis and take you away from reality. You wouldn't have thought your thoughts were wrong, it would have felt like it was what you had to do. YOU would never leave me....you loved me so much, we had a grown up relationship, best we could anyway cuz' we were both so silly. You loved being with me, you thought I was cool, you loved my cooking, my humor, my sarcasm, you were so generous with me, always buying me things and wrapping them so nicely, giving me clues that made the gift obvious, you couldn't wait for me to see what you bought for me. You were so funny, we laughed so much...remember our "headbanging" while I was driving?...you are my best friend, I could always be completely myself with you. Phone calls barely talking, just watching tv listening to eachother breathe. Signing Placebo as we rode around town, "Change Your Taste in Men"....that was what you needed to do...U finally thought you got a good one, too bad his attempt to contribute to your house was robbing a bank...you cried, we laughed, unbelievabl
It's been 2 years since the funeral...I still can't believe you are gone, its just a horrible nightmare I live with daily. I miss you every moment of the day, I am constantly reminded that you DID exist, the places we go (went) the things we say (said) the things we have yet to do together (now we can't) I see clothes at the store I want to buy for you, a silly beach towel, something for your house, lip gloss, quarters for your laundry, anything purple, toys for your lil' man (from me, grandma) I wanted to take you out to eat again, to have a girls weekend in Chicago, to ride around the lake, to watch you sleep on my couch while I made dinner. I want you to call me and ask me how to cook certain things or tell me what one of your friends said to your other friend....anything...to hear you call and be snotty to me would be good....anything, to hear some sarcasm or name calling or just to sit and watch tv on the phone again, to read the Meijer's ad together on the phone every Sunday morning...to have you sit and watch the baby guppies, to have you pinch my butt and call me a dork. To have you constantly tell me you are hungry as if I had a burger and fries in my purse. To have you come to my work and stare at me through the door behind me and give me a call and laugh and laugh...to have you at my house, in my car, at your job...anywhere...I miss it all...I miss your voice, I miss all of you...all that hard work you did so you could graduate, work full time and be my best friend...all of that for nothing?...physically and mentally a huge part of me has died....i'm just a shell...nobody calls me mom, nobody needs me that way. It tore us in two and I can't find you....nobody can do or say the right thing to help me, they don't even try anymore.... people not speaking of you doesn't make my pain any easier, its worse....to think that by not mentioning you I won't be thinking of you and feeling bad...my life is sad, I cry so hard for you. It gets me nothing. Memories hurt me, 2 years ago today I stood in a room looking at all those people that knew you, all the people that were true friends and family and those that felt guilty....I fit all those groups, I love and miss you and wish I could have saved you. To my Jodi girl, Lil' Miss Muffet, Jodella. I love you! MOM
PLACEBO LYRICS
Send "Without You I'm Nothing" Ringtone to your Cell
"Without You I'm Nothing"
Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.
tick - tock [x3]
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock
I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all
I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.
I love and miss you.##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
Jodi,
I think of you constantly, I know you didn't want to die...you would be missing me so bad. I'm still here...alone with my thoughts! At first everyone said "let's keep Jodi's memory alive"....but that's sad, so you aren't mentioned hardly ever. Your "other family" ignores me just as they ignored you. Luckily, I don't care, but this isn't about me, its about you...you who loved spending time with me, you who loved working at Wendy's and the friends you made at work, Lakecrest Apartments, school, Webster House...everywhere you went you left an impact. I am crushed..I am so sorry, its almost 2 years since you left me, somehow I "existed" without you...not living, just exisiting....I'm so so sorry, I didn't know what you were thinking, I would have helped you, I would have come to stay with you. And yes, I'm taking my medicine and going to counseling, it doesn't fix a broken heart. My honest thoughts and feelings may come across as confrontational or offensive to some...I don't care, I miss you so much, I love you forever, I'm so so sorry I couldn't help you. I love you so much. mom##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
I'm so sorry you thought you had to die...my life is so empty now. You loved me more than anyone and I miss that. We had so many more things to do, we were getting along great. I had no idea Jodi or I would have helped you more.
I love you so much,
mom##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
Jodi,
Everyday is torture for me. I miss you so much. I want to talk to you so bad. I'm so sorry I didn't know what you were thinking, I would have done anything to save you. I'm so sorry you felt so bad. Life sucks with you gone. I feel bad all the time. I know you wouldn't want me to feel so bad, but there is no way to accept this. You are my best friend, my buddy, my daughter...we talked about everything and everyone....now what?...I'm suppose to keep your memory alive but nobody wants to talk about you, it makes them uncomfortable. I just wish people would say your name to me, sure, I might cry, but I do anyway...I want people to think of you, to talk about you. I love you Jodi, I always did, even when we were fighting, I was always there for you and understood you were just having a tough time. I know you loved me, you told me all the time and it was genuine. I miss the talking, the hugs, the food, the shopping, the insults, the silly way we were together...I miss it all. I am all alone with my thoughts, people try to understand, but nobody I've talked to can feel this agony that I feel. I cry so hard for you, for me, for us...I still can't believe you are gone, I'm convinced it wasn't your thinking that night, it was the Lamictal. YOU didn't want to die! YOU WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO BE AWAY FROM ME>>>> I found out 2 months after you died that it was the medicine being prescribed wrong....8 TIMES TOO MUCH!....it wasn't you Jodi, it was the medicine, it makes you think of suicide, it makes you attempt it...too bad you had to be successful. You would be so mad to know it wasn't YOUR thinking. The medicine kept you awake for over 44 hours, there is no way you could think straight, it made you think you had to go, your thoughts kept saying "I'm done!"....it wasn't you honey, it was being given 8 times too much medicine. I wasn't looking for someone to blame, but I have proof of all of it. I'm so sorry. Nothing will bring you back, nothing can make it better. I hate to think you thought you must be going crazy and had to do it. I know you, THAT thinking wasn't you. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you. I love you always. mom##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
I still love & miss you Jodi....my life sucks!
I cry all the time....I'm so sorry...
I write to you everyday...I LOVE YOU##imported-begin##mom##imported-end##
Jodi, We miss you a lot. You are one of my first best friends. Remember walking to Nims every morning to go to school? I wish we could go back to those days. I miss your advice as a older sissy, I just miss talking to you period. Love ya girl, and may God bless you, and be with your family.##imported-begin##Windi Storms##imported-end##
To a wonderful young lady that I've had the opportunity to get to know and share a few laughs with. You will be missed!##imported-begin##Jason Walker##imported-end##
