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Sharing The Essence Of Chelsea Rose Murphy – By Betsy Whitmarsh

The Essence of

Chelsea Rose Murphy, Chelsea Murphy
Chelsea Rose Murphy, Chelsea Murphy

Chelsea Rose Murphy


noun: essence
1 the intrinsic nature or indispensable quality of something, especially something abstract, that determines its character.

 a property or group of properties of something without which it would not exist or be what it is. plural noun: essences

2 an extract or concentrate obtained from a particular plant or other matter and used for flavoring or scent.

Synonyms: quintessence, soul, spirit, nature, core, heart, crux, nucleus, substance, principle, fundamental quality, sum and substance, warp and woof, reality, actuality, nitty-gritty.

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Chelsea Rose Murphy and Katie Carr
Chelsea Rose Murphy and Katie Carr

I thought I’d re-post what we have so far. We are up to 187 comments and pics. Thanks to everyone who has participated.. If you see any errors, just message me and I’ll get them fixed ASAP!


Brave Sublime Sensitive ️ Hilarious ️ Fearless ️ Straightforward. Never held back what she thought. Lol! Comforting Jokester ️ Mischievous (in a good way) ️ Laid back Accepting Flexible (although not literally, she tried, but never could touch her toes)! Unapologizing A Friend Magnetic! There was just something about her… Charismatic Carefree ️ Bold ️ Daring ️ Cosmic Uninhibited Intelligent Sarcastic Assertive ️ Soulful ️ The-best-sister-anybody-could-ever-ask-for BEAUTIFUL! Courageous ️ Self-Assured ️ Compassionate Leader ️ Majestic! ️ Animal-Lover Thoughtful! Beautiful Loving Funny! Lovable! Spirited! Gorgeous ️ Easy-going ️ Teammate ️ Laid-back ️ Illustrious ️ Unparalleled ️ Smart-ass Legend… wait for it… ️ Dary!!! Legendary 🙂 [‘How I Met Your Mother,’ we watched together many a times in our dorm] Contagious… her attitude spread amongst us all ️ Rambunctious ️ No-regrets ️ Gorgeous ️ Glowing ️ Effervescent ️ Enjoyable ️ Outgoing ️ Loved ️ One-of-a-kind ️ Loyal ️ Understanding ️ Unmistakable ️ Alluring Protective ️ Passionate ️ Brazen Bewitching ️ Ballsy ️ Cherished Blunt ️ Goofy Strong ️ Unpredictable Confident ️ Gorgeous ️ Lioness ️ Defiant ️ Empowering Radiant ️ Nice ️ Always there for me Good horseback rider ️ Sassy ️ Strawberry Blond Come-back Queen Relentless Precious Observant Unusual Brave Entertaining Fierce Magnetic Unbridled Unbelievably beautiful and heartfelt Spontaneous Self-aware Spunky Striking Deeply missed! One of a kind! Funny & caring Quick-and-curious-and-playful-and-strong Loved Ornery Giggly Feisty Dynamic Thongs Victoria’s Secret Yellow Cards Simply herself Stubborn Curious (or nosey) Brave Best-babysitter Montessori-child Spirited A Gift Daughter Golden Vivacious Missed Fun Accepting Loving Awesome Leader Trend-setter Naked YOLO Amazing Loyal Tireless Full of wonder Full of beauty Full of light Hard working ️ Thoughtful ️ Unpretentious ️ Radiant ️ I highly recommend reading all these comments in a row. So awesome. (Kaitlyn O) ️ Boundless ️ Happy-go-lucky ️ Vibrant ️ Contagious ️ Unforgettable Sunshine ️ Rooster-booster-slushee-lover FEARLESS!!! ️ Enigma ️ Vivacious ️ Not-a-basic-bitch ️ Laughter ️ Ever-present ️ Comforting ️ Inclusive ️ Best friend ️ Hard worker ️ Unpredictable ️ Disarming ️ Short-skirted (especially at church)! Remembered ️ Survivor ️ Uncontrollable Daring ️ Nonjudgmental ️ Wildly-ridiculous ️ Out-of-hand-hilarious ️ Up-in-yo-grill ️ Pillow-sharer ️ Crowd-surfer ️ Weirdo ️ Chiller A-raging-river ️ Strong hands (you are so beautiful…) ️ Leg-scratcher ️ Itsy snuggler ️ Generous ️ Fridge snooper ️ All about the bass ️ Missed ️ Protective ️ Indispensable ️ Gritty ️ Principled

Betsy Whitmarsh’s post to Chelsea Rose Murphy the day of her service

Insanity at it’s finest.
Fire starter,
Riot maker,
Moon stricken,
Animal need,
Bad seed,
Untamable beast.

Tech N9ne “The Beast”

Josh shared these lyrics at your service today. He said you used to recite them before each soccer game to get pumped up. You were a beast, babe. A beautiful, wild child who made no apologies and took no prisoners.

Words can’t describe how heartbroken we are that you are gone or how much we miss you already. I always thought you were a much better version of me. We shared that whole middle child thing. But you were fierce and fearless, while I was self-conscious and shy, and I admired you, even as I shook my head and smiled.

I love you. There is no part of me that can even begin to accept that you are gone. I am so angry, I want to break everything I can get my hands on; and so sad, I don’t know that I will ever be able to smile again.

And then I see your beautiful face smiling back at me. And I know that you’d be really ticked at me if I gave into my grief for good, because you didn’t. No matter how crappy things got, no matter how many obstacles you had to overcome, you never complained – you got back up, you kept going, and you smiled that beautiful, beautiful smile. I was and still am in awe of you. I don’t know if we deserved you, sweetheart, but we loved you so.

I don’t know how to say goodbye to you. I don’t know if I ever will. You and Chase and Josh and Maddy are what bring me peace and without you, the word seems empty. I’m not okay. Nothing is okay. And then I hear your voice in my head and I know, once again, that while I can’t escape the pain of losing you, I can’t give into it either. Somehow, it will transform us both.

“We are not human beings living spiritual lives, but spiritual beings living human lives.” Can’t think of who said that, but it makes me think of you. My mind starts to try to make sense of this somehow and then all the memories of everything that’s happened these past few years come flooding in and I know that I will never be able to make sense of any of this.

“We never bury the dead. We take them with us – It’s the price of living.” We don’t heal from these losses, either, or work our way through them. We simply learn to live with the pain of losing those we love so dearly. For better or worse. And I promise you, Chelsea – as excruciatingly painful as losing you is for me – I will find a way to take you with me, I will find a way to go on without letting go, and I will find a way to become a better person than I ever thought I could be, because you, my beautiful, beautiful child never gave in, never gave up, and never quit smiling. I love you, sweet girl.

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My Favorite Memories of Chelsea Rose Murphy by Betsy Whitmarsh

My Favorite Memories – by Betsy Whitmarsh, a memorial of Chelsea Rose Murphy

I found god in myself
and I loved her,
I loved her fiercely.

– Ntozaje Shange

This poem has always made me think of you, Chelsea. I’ve never known anyone as outwardly self-assured as you. I’ve always marveled at your confidence. You were such a combination of strength, beauty, intelligence and compassion that you had every reason to feel good about yourself. However, most young girls don’t have the clarity of vision or the strength of character that you possessed. You stayed true to yourself. Even when you felt like things weren’t going well, you were startlingly honest and insightful, both with and about yourself.

One of my favorite memories of you will always be when you wanted to model for me all the new underwear and bras you got for Christmas. Of course, ALL the underwear was thongs! I was so proud and tickled and amazed by you. Never in a million years would I have had the self-confidence to do a “fashion show” in my underwear and yet, to you, it was the most normal thing in the world. Now I think about it, I recall that there were actually quite a few of these Victoria Secret “Fashion Shows.” You were always so excited whenever you got a new bra or thong and you literally had dozens of them. I think we actually counted your bras once. You had something like one for every day of the month!

Oh, sweetie, what I would give to be sitting on your bed with you, shaking my head and laughing while you showed me your new clothes, thongs and all.


By Betsy Whitmarsh – Thinking of Chelsea Murphy

Thinking of Chelsea Murphy by Betsy Whitmarsh…

Stop all the clocks
By W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message [S]he Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
[S]he was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Today, for the first time, I can feel that insatiable tug of life, pulling us forward, into the future, and away from you.

I want to stop the clocks and just rest here with you for awhile.

I know that we are, all of us, transformed, by you. By the gift of your presence in our lives.

And now, we must find a way to carry your heart in our hearts, if we are to survive with our futures intact and whole.

But it’s so hard, honey. Because I’m more than a little bitter. And angry. And drowning in these tears. I want to ring the bell and break the damned thing all at the same time.

I know. Chicken, egg. Caterpillar, butterfly. Got it, Babe. Chin up. Keep smiling. I will. Just like you. For you.
Miss you. Love you. Wish you were here.