In Loving Memory of Michelle "Mikey" Eddington

Welcome. This website is dedicated to the memory of Michelle "Mikey" Eddington who passed away Friday, January 30, 2009 in a car accident. All content written below was contributed by friends and/or family.

Michelle was a great friend to not only me but the entire band. Anytime any of us needed to a place to stay her doors we're always open. she looked after us and was always at our shows. She had one hell of a voice. I remember one night we all crashed over she sang a tune from "Phantom of the Opera." I've never heard anyone sing like that before. 8 octave vocal range!!!! she was always encouraging and gave me and Josh Lusk lots of good tips on how to hit the hard notes.

Thanks for Everything (especially Raman noodles!), We will all miss you....and you know we'd never forget you

Initially I did not think it appropriate for me to leave a message here, since I have not talked with Michelle in a long time, and I did not want to soil a lovely site that her friends were keeping for her. But after reading some of these messages, I wanted to take a moment to write about her and add my own memories, because it might be a slightly different perspective than many of the memories her friends have.

I don't remember how old I was when I met Michelle, or how old she was. Suffice to say she was a toddler if not a baby and I was a moody pre-teen. Her grandmother, who babysat my brother and I every day after school, lived across Ottawa Drive from my family. I wish I had clearer memories of the dates, but I know that for a few years, I saw Michelle five days a week, usually confined to a yard or a living room. And five days a week, she made me smile.

I was roughly nine or so years older than Michelle. I remember her sitting on my lap while we watched cartoons in her grandparent's living room. I don't know if she had a crush on me or if she just looked up to me because I was older, and when you're young, older kids are always seem so much more interesting than they really are. But from the moment I walked into Julie's house after school, Michelle would be at my side.

I had a rough time in school when I was younger, and got picked on a lot by older kids. I was never very cool. Michelle didn't care. When I came home after school, she would wash all a bad day away in a matter of seconds. Having someone so sweet and so adorable look at you like you were a superstar is enough to make anyone with a heart feel special. Yet I have no heart. Michelle had to go the extra mile just to get my attention. And it always worked. By the time one of my parents got home and I got to go across the street, I was always in a better mood.

I remember when I started playing trumpet in the seventh grade. I am surprised I did not give Michelle's granmom a stroke with the horrible warbling that used to come out of that horn. Yet Michelle would watch me play and clap when I was finished. "Kids", I'd think to myself, "They're dumb as dirt. She thinks this sounds good?" I was a punk 13-year-old. It never occured to me that she didn't care that my trumpet playing sounded vaguely like a cat being strangled. She just wanted to make me feel good.

It is somewhat surreal to look at pictures of her as a young lady and as an adult on this website. It is not my memory of her. My memory of her is of a small child, a toddler, a five, six or seve-year-old. I'm not even particularly fond of children, and I often doubt that I believe in a God. But Michelle was, as a child, one of those uniquechildren that seems to radiate goodness, and she made me have faith, even when I felt terrible. She never seemed to care about anything but making me smile and think about something good.

Michelle saw a side of me not many people ever saw. She saw me dancing and singing along to a walkman. She didn't care that I couldn't hear anything she said. She would watch me sing and act like it was 'cool' even when she'd have been within her rights to chase me around with a fire extinguisher. But she never judged me. She never even judged me, even when I was bad... her grandmother taught me how to curse, and I fear I may have passed the habit on to Michelle.

I grew up, went through my "too cool for school" late-teenage and early-twenties phase, and left home. I didn't see Michelle for years and years. I did not know the young lady many of you knew. I regret that. I saw her at her grandmother's from time to time when I was visiting my mom. I'd see her across the street walking a dog, or pulling into the driveway with a car full of friends. I never went over to say 'hello' to her, and I regret that. But it is good to see how many lives she touched, and to know that she never stopped being special.

I will always remember Michelle as a kind, unjudging, sincere spirit. I am sure I am not alone in this.

for good or bad she touched a lot of folks. including me and my daughter. we'll miss ya Mikey. the next mini-con won't be the same without ya

......a beautiful spirt who lived life and enjoyed life the best way possible - Michelle's way!

May we all take our memories of a special girl and keep that spirit shining in each one of us!

Love you little girl - and I will always see your smiling face as you would introduce me as ... "my Uncle Ricky's very very very best friend..."

Jeez. I dont even know what to say here. Mikey was always there. A little distracted at times, but always there. I knew her longer than I can count back to. I went through most of her ups and downs, and she held strong through it all. She had a great voice, and the highlight of many of her parties was her singing.

Who remembers the soccer game in the backyard at lke 2 in the morning one night?? Her "shaniqua" voice? Teh constan use off 1337 in her speech? All these things made Mikey unique, and she always had the greatest jokes for the moment. She "Numba one Mikey"

She was a big part in all of our lives, and she will be greatly missed. I still can't beleive what happened. All the drama that has gone down over the years needs to be forgotten. Mikey woulnd't want all of us to still go our seperate ways, she would want us all back together. Mikey should be mourned, but at the same time, she was the link that kept all of us in touch. Now that the link is gone, we should all bond together again, and remember all the good times we had.

Nothing we do can bring Mikey back, and I know for me that is hard to accept, and most likely is for many of us. I just want to throw a Phoenix Down. She made a big impact on all of us. She had a passion for video games, and even those of us that weren't very into them couldn't help but pick up a ctronller nad get competative around Mikey when she kicked on the power to the Wii or Playstation.