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.
Please e-mail me at hunterjm@gmail.com with anything concerning this website.
Michelle, I honestly regret not getting the chance to know you. I love you and you will always have a special place in my heart. Give your dad a kiss for me.
Mikey darlin what can I say but that I'll never forget you? You made highschool so much fun and so very memorable. You helped to pull me through some hard situations, and you were always there to brighten the day. We fell out of touch and I always hated that. I should have stayed in better contact after that day you came to TC's and we sat and talked while I was still on the clock. I wish now that I'd called you before I left for basic like I meant to. And I wish with all my heart that I could have been there Wednesday to say goodbye, but I'll have to do that my own way. Fiery hair and spirit, voice of an angel and heart of gold. You were truly something special and you will be missed here baby, but you found that peace didn't you?
Michelle came into our lives when she was 10 years old. She was all knees and elbows with bouncy red hair. I remember those big blue eyes peering out of huge glasses perched on her freckled nose. She was so shy, at first, then her energy could no longer be contained, and she just bubbled.
When she married our son, Greg, (along with Kathy, of course,) Michelle became our first grandchild. Oh how thrilled we were. We had been introduced to her as Mr and Mrs Cook, and, as she already had two grandmas, I remained Mrs Cook to her throughout the years. But whenever she wrapped those long arms around me, and gve me one of her tightest, longest hugs, my heart swelled with the love only a grandma knows, and I knew she returned that love.
I so regret not MAKING, nor TAKING, more time to spend with Michelle. I spent too many hours at work, and she grew up too fast. I remember the days we did spend together when she was so young. We played house, and dolls, and her vivid imagination took us to so many places, and so many extreme situations! My living room became a huge tent, draped with blankets, and we crawled in and out for hours. She adopted my stuffed Christmas Elf, which she named Patrick Henry. She took him home, but assured me, each time I saw her, that Patrick was doing fine, and she was taking good care of him. We spent one whole afternoon when she was trying to teach me the words to "couldja, wouldja, didja wanna, if I asked ya wouldja wanna" and me trying to remember, and sing it as fast as she could.
Attending her Troubadour concerts, I felt my heart would burst out of my chest, as I cried at such beautiful music, I was so proud to call her my granddaughter. When she graduated from High School, I cried, again, to see her growing into such a beautiful young lady. The strength she had to sustain her through the loss of her Grandpa, and her Daddy, came from deep within her soul. I wish I could have known and understood her inner self.
I am so thankful I had the chance to hug her, console her, encourage her, and tell her I loved her, on her last Thursday on this earth.
Michelle, forever our grandchild, we love you............... Mr and Mrs Cook, Grandma and Grandpa.
Whoa! Hearing about Mikey has left me reeling. I met Mikey through my granddaughter, Kathryn Johnson, and nieces, Kenan Davis, Krista Lane Davis and Allison Blanton. Mikey and I hit it off instantly. The very second we met. She was a delicate flower with movement , energy and grace. She and I were in a wedding together and I was treated to her beautiful singing voice as well as getting to spend time with her. I am going to miss her terribly, I already do. She had become a part of our family. Coming to terms with this sadness is going to be hard and she, her wonderful family and friends will all be in my prayers. Mikey, you left us much too soon. I love you, sweetie.
The night i met Mikey we were at the Rock Hill Roasting Company. She didnt even know me but was there for me when i needed someone. The world is truely a better place for her having been in it. Rest in Peace Mikey. You will forever be missed.