There is not a day that passes and I do not dwell on "what if's" YOU DID NOT DESERVE WHAT THIS MOTHERFUCKER DID TO YOU!!!!
DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR YOU TO GO,JUSTICE BETTER COME FOR YOU! If there is a GOD he/she will make sure that you did not have to leave us all because of this BASTARD decided it was your time!Rachael I love you I will always love you and I am sure that is why I dream of you 2 or 3 time's a week.We had just started talking after many years through e-mail and 2 phone call's,I wish I would have came to Vegas when you asked me too!WHAT IF HUH?I love you Rachel Gandal always and FOREVER!!!!!
John DeMoss
I have never been to this site. I would see it from google but was afraid some of the recidevist cretens may have written about her here so I just avoided the temptation. Today, June 30, 2010 I was missing my baby as I always do and wanted to write...so finally here I am...
One particular memory I have of my daughter was when she was 8 years old and her and I were living on W Mcmicken in the Clifton area of Cinti. I had signed her up for a few afterschool prgrams on Tuesday evenings which allowed me to play softball. One of the classes which Rae had chosen was outdoor cookery...so help me God.
One week, the opposing team forfieted the game and I left early to go retrieve my daughter. When I arrived at Clifton School I was upset to find no one in the outdoor cookery classroom. I asked around and soon learned that it had been cancelled due to the fact that Rachael was the only one who had actually signed up for it. So where was my daughter? I asked. A woman pointed at a room across the hall. I looked in the window in the door of this classroom. This was a roomful of retarded adults who were in a dance class. I the middle of the room was a thirty something handicapped man dancing and with him...my Rachael. I soon learned that she had ben doing this for several weeks and was surely the hit of the class.
This was my baby...in all her glory...her heart in fact a true heart. I love you Racheypoo and miss you every day.
So many memories,so so so so many more good than bad.You are loved by so many people,but I get on this site 2 to 3 times a week and all I see is 2 memories shared by myself and your loving beatiful sister Abbie,which upsets me and saddens me who gives a rats ass if it is august 2008 man.There is not a damned day that goes by that I do not think of you and the wonderful times we had together while you where here on your short visit to LIFE.I know after Rachaels senior year in high school that she had to have touched others lives besides myself and Abbie,please share those memories because they help me cope with the fact some sick twisted bastard took her from her beatiful baby and her loving family and dear friends.She may have done some things that wasnt the nobleist of things to do.BUT WHO THE FUCK HASNT MAN!!!!!!!!So please share your stories it will help me and others who still today 08-26-08 can not get passed this tragedy.I t had been seven years since I have laid eyes on Rachael except through photos,so please tell your stories and lets keep her MEMORY STRONG!!!!!!And again help us who can not let it go maybe get one more step to being able to face what has happened to our GOOD and DEAR and most BEATIFUL RACHAEL GANDAL.
Thank You, Sincerly,
john Stanley DeMoss
First off forgive my spelling "IM FROM NORTHSIDE" date:April 1994 place: the slide location: Witler St
This young girl kept following me around everywhere i went wanting me to share my 40 OZ with her.I know the right thing for me to do was to put her over my shoulder and take her to her dad,but even at 15 she was so beatiful she looked like pocahontas and she would bat those big beatiful brown eyes at you and it was all over with.I didnt know alot about her but that her name was Rachael and she just moved here to NORTHSIDE with her family from Cleveland OOOHHHH and she was Adam "THE BOMBER" Wildt's girlfriend.So I did let her have a few drinks of my 40 OZ and that day started the first of many many many unforgetable days with Rachael Gandal
I fell in love!!!! And you know it had to be love,because any fool who would try to date one of Adam's girlfriends was in for a long long long feud.I do not have enough finger's or toes to count how many times we duked it out.And it was worth every black eye and busted lip's he gave me too!!!
well about a year later i had to go on vacation for a little over a year(PRISON)and upon my return she of course wanted to resume our relationship.And I wanted to hang out with my brothers"THE BOYZ" so she of course had to show me that I had no brother's BOYZ,FRIENDS,ETC...ETC...
and it was a tough lesson learned but one I am glad I learned at 21 instead of 31.None the less several months later fate intervened and I was sitting on a porch on Cherry St when a Little blue car pulled up and stoped I glanced in and there was those BIG BEATIFUL BROWN EYES and I got in.She said to me"John I am sick of this place and I want to get out of here how would you like to go to Syracuse New York and live with my family?" Just like 3 or 4 years prior when she wanted a drink of my 40 OZ how could you tell her NO.So she took me to New York and saved my LIFE!!!!!!!! I would be DEAD or in PRISON at this very moment if it wasnt for Rachael Gandal.Me and David Rachael's father immediately became good friends and he bestowed into me 25 years of his hustle and taught me a trade that could support myself and a family and have plenty extra.Word's and Thank You's could never describe how greatful i am to Rachael and her family.GREAT PEOPLE I LOVE THEM ALL DEARLY.Well we lived together in our own apartment for a yaer or so and she was getting ready to graduate from high school and I knew that she wanted to exceed in life.College Frat parties ETC...ETC...So I did what a man would do.I let her go!!!! not no bad break up or nothing but like her sister Abbie said Rachaels a BUTTERFLY so I let her spread her wings and fly away and it was one of the hardest decisions and choices I ever made because i still LOVED rachael and I to this day LOVE rachael.I am so sorry that I couldnt say goodbye to you or give you a hug,i am sorry that i didnt come to the memorial but there was alot of people there that if i ever see them again it will be to soon.I love you Racheal and I will always love you Rachael and if there is a place beyond this one I hope your face is the first one I see If the big guy upstairs lets me in!
I swear to you if i knew who did this to you I would make them feel it 10 fold baby girl!!!! REST-N-PEACE Love Always "MO$$"
One of my last memories with Rachael, was Thanksgiving. Now usually Rachael is a go where she wants, do what she wants kind of girl, so knowing me, you can see where our stubborness colided. I would beg her not to keep me out all night because I'd have work the next day. I realized after awhile that it wasn't to be herself, or to intentionally drive me crazy, it was to spend time with me because that's what she truly wanted. I really feel that realization is what made our Thanksgiving so memorable.
For some reason, I decided to let go of the reigns of argument I had, and let her take the wheel. We decided it was too expensive to cook for the three of us, so we'd do the Vegas Thanksgiving and go to a Casino. We headed off to the Rio. While on the way, Rae got a call from a friend of hers there, who had no family in Las Vegas. She looked at me and I instantly knew that she wanted to invite him. Again, I don't know what made me so passive that day, but I could see the love in her eyes and told him to come on down. That was typical of Rae, and I always thought it was because she was a social butterfly, and had to have constant craziness. It was because she loved people. She really loved people. She felt their pain, and would do anything to patch up their emotional wounds.
Of course, the Rio looked like an airport at Christmastime, so we went to the Southpoint instead. Now Rachael was not the kind of person to wait in line, so she would usually work her way into line with a $20.00 bill. She managed to make that work this particular time. We stood in line with to who the rest of the line knew as our long lost aunt and uncle. They were good people, I believe they were from Lousiana. Their grandson had flown out, and we talked to them the for the half hour(which would have been over an hour had Rae not worked her magic) about their home, and within that half hour, you could tell that they adored Rae. We got up in line to pay, and her friend refused to let her. He was that grateful for having someone to spend the holiday with. So Rae being Rae, turned around and shoved the hundred dollar bill into the womans hand that we were standing with. The woman refused several times, and Rae told her that she was a nice lady and deserved a good holiday. She said Happy Thanksgiving and grabbed my hand to walk away so that the woman would be forced to accept the gift. She was amazing.
After we had eaten, we went to another one of her friends house, Palani. Aubrianna played with the little kids there, and we all sat in the kitchen talking. Their extremely hospitable people, and Rae loved them dearly. So welcoming, and funny. We sat there for about an hour just shooting the breeze and talking hypothetical.
After we left, we wanted to stop at the store. We stopped and got all the things we needed. She was convinced she knew a shorter way to get to my house since she always said I lived on the other side of the world, and so I bit my tongue and let her go. We ended up lost, and back at the highway I originally suggested we take(that's one up for me ;). We talked alot on the way home, about people and life in general. Our conversations had grown to be something I'd cherished and looked forward to. We met on a very distinct parallel. We could talk about things that I wouldn't talk about with anyone else. She never judged me. She was always supportive of everything I did. I could see the pride in her eyes when she would tell people about how good I was doing at my job, and how great of a company I worked for. She was never dissapointed, but always provided guidance to me. I'll miss her for reasons I haven't even encountered yet, in addition to the ones I'm already experiencing. She was a "hold on for dear life" kind of person, and I will never forget that. Rest well sister, I love you.
