Lindsey Frances Myers

Lindsey Frances Myers was born on June 25, 1985 and what a beautiful baby she was. Lindsey lived each day of her life to the fullest, always worry and care free. She was soft hearted, kind, shy, fun, loving, outgoing and so much more.Lindsey always had a welcoming smile on her face. She became dedicated to the gym in the past 2 years. She loved her roller blading, horse back riding, tanning, working, spending time with friends and family, and alot more activites. She had a very active and full life.

When Lindsey was little she was learning to play the accordian. She did very well at it, but of course as you grow up you get out of it. Lindsey also grew up listening to newfie music. I can remember a time in 1994 when our father was in a band called "Murphy's Law", Lindsey and her cousin Gillian got up with our father on the stage and sang Blue Nose.

Lindsey loved to sit by the fire and sing along with our parents as they took out the guitars and sat by the fire.

October 8, 2006, Lindsey and Kevin Brownlee, her boyfriend had gone out to our parents for Thanksgiving dinner. Her and Kevin went horseback riding from our parents place to our grand parents place. The smile on both their faces was from one side to the other.

Lindsey was on her way to Victoria with Kevin when the unfortunate event took place. This would have been her very first holiday. She was so excited to go, couldn't wait. The two of them were suppose to leave a week earlier however Kevin's father became very ill and he had passed away. They decided to postpone the trip till after the funeral and after Thanksgiving dinner.

We love you and miss you alot Lindsey, May you rest in Peace.

Jim Murphy's Eulogy

Lindsey Frances Myers

June 25, 1985 – October 9, 2006

Hello everyone, my name is Jim Murphy and I am here to talk about my friend Lindsey.

As a friend of the Myers clan I guess it seemed only natural that when I met Lindsey we to would become friends. However, there I joked with her were a few obstacles too over come, my first impressions were sweet Jesus this kid looks like ET, and my second thought was where the hell is the rest of her. I didn't voice my thoughts at the time, but somehow Lindsey must have sensed it, because the next time we met, she broke the small toe on my right foot with that roller walker gadget she was driving.

When next we met she was still small (like her dad) but was now as cute as a bugs ear,(again like her dad) and she was standing in the front room window watching me saddle a filly called Rena that Deb had recently bought from friends. Lindsey couldn't have been very old, maybe 2-3 but she was still watching me the way a cat watches a mouse. Soon after the saddle was on Deb and the girls were outside too, I don't recall who suggested that Lindsey get on with me, but there was no saying No after the suggestion was made. She was not the least bit scared as we walked around the yard, and two minutes later, she wanted to go faster, a trend that would continue for years to come.

Soon after that first ride she must have realized I better keep this guy around and she would grin whenever she saw me. I guess your friends talk about you when your not around, because the next time we met she knew my name, and said it the first time, the same way she said it the last time we spoke, JimMurphy as one word. I thought hey that's cute the way she does that until I heard it said with different tone and inflection, like “Dad JimMurphy's on the phone” or “mom, JimMurphy's eating all the brownies. Laughing as she did.

She liked me as she like everything she encountered.

She was keen to know things and once when wanting to know what I was doing with the horses feet , she got a little to close as I was showing her how to clean them, and we bumped heads pretty hard as I was bending down. She learned that day that it was ok to learn things from a safe distance.

She made friends easily at school and easier still with animals that came and went she loved them all, the hamsters, rabbits, dogs, sheep, cows, horses, cats, donkeys, pigs, lamas, minute goats and even chickens, but she loved horses the best and was deeply saddened if one of them had to go.

Her love of new things grew as she grew. And when she was 8,9 and 10 her love turned to music and dance and all that that came with it. Practicing accordion, singing with the boys in her fathers band on songs like the country boy or the Bluenose and Irish dancing to the lively music with her cousin Gillian and Amanda the way her friend Kate had taught them.

I watch in amazement as she grew from hamsters and horses to mini bikes and boys. I watched her rebel against school and the golden rule and the whole general order of things, the same way we all did during our teenage years. I've seen her happy and sad, jealous and mad, I've heard her whining and watched her crying and I would not trade a minute of it for love nor money.

Fads and fashions came and went like seasons, and I watched as she moved towards adulthood. She took maturity like a duck to water and started handling responsibility's with ease. In order they came, first job, first sweetheart, first car, first apartment and still every time we would meet it was always the same. She would smile and say HEY JimMurphy, and I would smile and ask what are you up to? And we would pick up where we left off the way friends do.

Fast forward to October 9, 2006, I am digging the last of my potatoes feeling a little proud of myself, when a crying sister tells me my friend is gone. Flashes of a beautiful young women fashionably dressed and smiling pleasantly, fills my head and then she's gone, I am hurt deeply I am not ashamed to say I am hurt and confused and angry hurt at my loss, confused not knowing what to do and angry that god would use a beautiful creature like a deer to end the life of my beautiful friend.

I don't know if memories are meant to give comfort, but I hope they are, because that's all I have of my friend. Memories of a 15-year running joke about being “Cinderella” memories of a sleepy headed girl at a Saturday morning breakfast table. Of bright blue eyes, and of how a little girl used to say my name.

With friendship comes responsibility it now falls to us her friends and family to keep Lindsey's memory alive. So don't whisper her name, don't return that sweater you borrowed and don't take those pictures away.

Speak her name aloud, wear her clothes, and display her pictures. And, when a memory comes to mind pick up a phone and call anyone of her family members or any of the many mutual friends you shared with her. I guarantee no one will frown on such a gesture.

I am only a very small party in the life of Lindsey Myers, there are hundreds of others, all around you, you all need to ask the person sitting next to you. Lindsey's life, her loves, her wishes, her dreams, and spread among her family and friends if you would like to know about my friend just ask me.

Thank the family for the honor to speak today about my friend. The pictures say it all as to what we have lost.

Thank you,

Lindsey F. Myers died on October 9, 2006. Arrangements under the direction of Hainstock & Son Funeral Chapel in Leduc, AB, (780) 986-2151.