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RSSI Still Look For Your Fingerprints Part II
Last week I mentioned that I went into an open house where the previous owner had written all over the walls (see the post) and while I didn’t find it creepy, it did stick in my mind.
This week, while discussing it with someone, we found out that the house may have been previously owned by Louise Wightman, a former Combat Zone stripper and Playboy model who was convicted of practicing psychology without a license back in 2005.
Wightman had a daughter named Torri with Aerosmith’s head of security, but in May of 2006, the girl skipped school and was killed in a daytime car accident at the age of 16.
When we found all this out, #1GF! and I were wide eyed, remembering how sad the house was to be in. I think we both wanted to know more, but didn’t want to be morbid, googling the details of a dead teenager.
Today, I needed a couple of details to close the books on this story, and Wikipedia led me to Torri’s Wightman’s website. There I ended up seeing the pictures of her funeral, the bloody clothes she died in, and even what I think is her toe tag, warning people to think whenever they get into a car.
From there I ended up finding a link to Torri Wightman’s myspace videos. While fairly typical for teenage videos, watching them was an atypical experience because the happy teenager depicted had no idea that those captured idle moments would soon be frozen in time.
It made me wonder what’s really important to keep locked in our memories. Is it the big events when we’re posing for the camera? Or should we be burning the insignificant details to memory because, in the end, the idle moments make us who are, and will be the things we want to remember most?
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August 27th, 2007 at 6:27 pm
jesus that’s intense. too intense.
the blog is just really… well, intense.
and, i don’t know if this answers your question, but it’s never the big things in chris’s life i remember..nor the moments caught on film. it’s the little tiny moments that no one realized were moments at the time. so, perhaps you’re right; it is the idle moments that make us what we are. it’s at least true in my memories of chris.
August 28th, 2007 at 9:05 pm
Thanks, Kerry. I accidentally came across the Chris post just last week and welled right up like a baby girl.
August 31st, 2007 at 9:27 am
I am afraid to look at that blog post. I may do it later on …
This post made me think of my grandma, who was essentially my parent along with my mom. I miss her every day and it’s the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments, her almost mournful humming in the mornings as she made breakfast, her little sayings and jokes that I’ve seemed to pick up myself in adulthood. Those are the things that stick with me.