In Loving Memory of...

Larry Franklin Dooley

October 6th, 1952 - July 13th, 2007

May you rest in peace throughout eternity.




I had known Larry Dooley for about 16 years and he had always treated me like his daughter. I was legally his step-daughter though. I knew him pretty well but I didn't get close to him until I moved in with him and my mother in June 2001. I decided I had baetter help around the house so I helped Larry take care of the "jungle" yard that we had. It had to be mowed and weedeated every week so snakes wouldn't come close to the house. Larry and I tackled that grass every time we had a day off...whew!
I got really close after the Doctor said Larry had Lung Cancer and it had spread to his Liver and Brain. I would come down from Huntsville every chance I got to spend some time with Larry. We talked alot about Mama and Mel and our relationships and how much we loved them the way things were. But all I kept thinking was that he was going to die on me and I would get so sad and cry on the way home after visiting with my kids. It made me so sick that such a good person could get such an awful disease. Larry was the kind of man who would help anyone he could whether asked to or not. I miss you, Larry!!!! I'll never ever forget you!!!

WAS Suicidal...

I was not thinking good at all. I ran out of Paxil CR, my anti depressant, and got so many suicidal thoughts that I wanted to carry them out but I was just too scared. I mean why live anymore I couldn't even work at a fast food restaurant right. How was I gonna find a better job. I was so unhappy there anyway. But I had to work. Turned out I am not a 16 year old who can run around and twist and turn on a dime like they can so I was slow. I need a place that takes a little more time to take care of their customers rather worry about getting an order out in 30 to 60 seconds...hahahaha. I was way better at customer curtousy then that fast food place was!!!! In my two months there, I had three attacks...that's alot...alot of pressure. Anyway, the thoughts were of me turning the car across the median and facing oncoming traffic at a high rate of speed. Most of the time that was it. But I got my Paxil filled and after a couple of days I was fine again. Clinically depressed is not fun. If I can't get a job soon I am going to have to go for disability....