Hope was found dead today in her apartment. Cause of death is unknown.
Pray for her as she would have and has prayed for all of you.
Those are all the details I have.
For those of you that knew her personally, Kevin requests that you please do not call her mother.
I can be reached at rockythmpsn@yahoo.com or my regular email for those that have it.
As the details become available I will have someone post them here.
Just a great woman, very sad day on BBI...
A parent offers advice that most often comes from experience and since my world travels extend only as far as a cruise to Mexico, I needed help.
Of course, the wonderful Hope stepped in and wrote a comprehensive "what you need to know" guide for Sami.
My heart is crushed with the news of her passing.
She was a truly beautiful human being and the world is a much colder place now that she is gone.
I called my daughter and when she learned of Hope's passing she broke down. When she was in Ghana she went to several places that Hope suggested and, of course, told them that Hope sent her - she was welcomed with broad smiles and open arms.
Life is so fragile, so unpredictable. So very sad. G-d bless you, Hope.
You will forever be thought of and missed, even by those of us who never had the pleasure to meet you. Rest in eternal peace.
If possible…Love to Tish…can you go on Sunday?
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But something tells me her kind soul is at peace and in true eternal joy.
Thank you for being you.
Throughout reading this entire thread you can tell what an amazing person she was. It is truly inspiring to see someone who obviously loved to see people happy, and would do many generous acts at a moments notice. If we could all aim to be half as compassionate, caring, joyous, and giving as she was through your testaments, this world would be a much better place.
RIP Hope, although I never had the opportunity to meet you or talk to you on the message boards, your legacy has made an impact on me. Thank you for that.
That didn't happen tonight.
The news of Hope's passing has shaken me, knocked the wind out of my sails, saddened me beyond a point that those who didn't know her can relate to or understand.
My wife and kids know that Dad is upset, and they also know that this is the kind of sorrow that can't be washed away with a kind word or a hug.
I hear them downstairs, laughing, enjoying the evening, enjoying being with one another, and know that its going to take awhile to get over this one.
This time, its not like how Daddy gets when the Giants blow a close game, this time a good night's sleep isn't going to make the sadness disappear.
Its a foolish endeavor when one attempts to understand the ways of G-d - why good people die young, why innocent people suffer - so I'm not going to even try to make sense of all of this.
Its just so damned sad.
I know that you guys know exactly how I feel, and in that, I find some comfort.
This place is so much more than what it seems to be - its just a shame that it takes something like this to make it so damned clear.
I met Hope several years ago, in a somewhat unlikely setting...a sports bar in Nashville, Tennessee. I hadn't lived in Nashville very long, and was at the bar to watch the Giants-Raiders game. I didn't know anyone there, and I was sitting alone at a table with a big-screen in front of me, drinking a beer.
Waiting for the game to start, I was checking the place out, when I saw someone appear out of a crowd at the bar. And there she was...Hope...decked out in her Giants gear. I mean, she was covered head-to-toe with Giants stuff. I was flabbergasted. I mean, that was the last thing I was expecting to see in Nashville, Tennessee. Once I regained my wits, I introduced myself, and she sat with me and watched the game. We both ordered big plates of BBQ and had a blast.
Hope was the person who hooked me up with BBI. I didn't know about it, and she told me it was THE place to hang for Giants fans. I lurked for a good while and finally came onboard...I think in 2004.
It was great meeting Hope. I have related this story to many people over the years. It will always be a wonderful memory for me.
Such a sudden thing. It's just shocking. Mercy...I don't know what else to say.
Go easy, Hope. You've got the best seats in the house to watch your team play.
RIP Hope
But please know that Hope more than anyone would want you to cherish the lights of Chanukkah...to take a moment to drink in the joy of being with your family, that all are healthy, that you are inside, sheltered and warm, and that your bellies are full.
Tomorrow we will be making potato latkes here with friends...with sour cream, apple sauce, cherry pie filling...the works.
We will celebrate life and happy times with family and friends. And you know in your heart who did this every minute of her life. Our Hope.
That woman milked every drop of joy from every nanosecond of her life.
Like the saying she put on her FaceBook page: Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt, and dance like nobody is watching.
And when you do these things, our Angel Hope will be with you. She had that gift of being able to make you laugh even in the middle of crying.
When you're sad, she'll be just over your shoulder comforting you. When you're happy ... she will be in the echo of your laughter. I know it.
(((((((((Jeff)))))))))))
i don't know if i've ever encountered anyone who got as much joy out each day, was as happy to be alive, as Hope.
the thought that its all be taken away from her, that its all gone - that's what makes me feel this way.
after 9-11 i interviewed an orthodox jew who had been on one of the top floors of the second tower.
his story of finding his way down the stairs and safely into the street moments before his tower toppled was amazing and made for great radio.
I asked him what went thru his mind after the building fell. he said he immediately went to a synagogue to say the Birchat Hagomel, which is a prayer thanking G-d for deliverance - apparently it was first said after a rough desert crossing.
point being, my follow-up question was something like "how does a religious man such as yourself come to terms with a G-d who might allow what just happened to occur?"
as i mentioned in an earlier post, his response was, "who are we to understand the ways of G-d?"
I wish my faith was as strong as Hope's - I understand how people find comfort in the lord. its also times such as this when I feel a bit confused.
ultimately, i know i'll think of all the ways G-d has blessed me, has shown me the way to find beauty in the world - such as people like you, schnitz.
tomorrow when we light the candles, i'll make sure to feel hope's presence in the room, and i'll tell her that schnitzie says hi.
She was so polite here on BBI. For those of you who were friends with Hope, I am sorry for your loss.
As for your question to the Orthodox Jew -- (why do we save our heaviest questions for the members of the most rigid sect of our religion?) -- he gave you the answer G-d gave to Job, when Job stood in the middle of the dark desert night, his family dead, his wealth stripped from him, even his health deserting him, and raging, Job shook his fist at G-d and demanded, "How could you do this to me????"
And G-d said, "Who the fuck are you????"
G-d didn't do 9-11 to us. Hateful men did 9-11. G-d created everything and put it all in motion and enlisted us to move the furniture around and fix the glitches. He gave us the material, and a human-sized portion of G-dlike willfulness so we could babysit everything until G-d could come back and make it all perfect...in G-d's time.
G-d didn't take Hope from us. What took her from us was the failure of the only thing about Hope I can think of that wasn't exceptional -- her finite, mortal body. It just got real sick, real fast and quit. Just like that.
God didn't take Hope from us. God gave Hope TO us. And doesn't that make us the lucky ones? How lucky were we to know someone so incredibly joyful, so loving, so approachable and outgoing and full of soul? So funny and friendly and cheerful...so generous and such an inspiration.
How many of us remember a single day, otherwise ordinary, that was made special, fun and extraordinary because we got to share it with Hope, because of the way she made you feel so special, so unique, so loved?
A soul so rich and bright as that cannot be contained in a fragile, ephemeral human body...but neither can it be extinguished once liberated from its mortal shell. I have felt Hope's soul all day today, and I am seeing it in all the BBIers who are sharing in this tragic loss.
I miss her. I know she had so much more to give. But I am changed and so much better for having known her. I know so many people here are...even those who never met Hope in person.
Not everyone gets to know a real live Earth Angel in their lifetime. We are the lucky ones, my friend. =:-)
Great stories, folks. I've "enjoyed" catching up on this thread this morning.
Godspeed Hope.
Hope was a once in a lifetime miracle. I understand this now.
the sun is shining, we're off to services where we can thank G-d for loving us and putting Hope into our hearts.
Every year each of our three girls lights candles in their own menorah, which we leave in the center of our kitchen table until the flames are gone.
We have an electric menorah that my grandmother gave us when we first got married.
Its been years since its been out of the box in which we keep it in the attic.
When the sun goes down this evening, one more menorah will be lit in our home.
We'll place it in the window where it will shine for the next seven nights of Hanukkah.
and for as long as my wife and I live, that will be our menorah, and of course, Hope's menorah.
But there I was, coaching our travel hoops team's second game of the day, and we were down 20 in the 4th to the league's elite team. (Thankfully, we won our days first contest.) There's a tuimeout with about 6 minutes left, no chance to win this one. Just to play hard for pride. And there I was in a huddle of 12 young boys, thinking, "What would Hope say right about now?"
I laughed, and gave them a pretty positive pep talk.
People like Hope Johnson, I don't think they set out to make an impact. They just do, by being who they are. They just have "it."
I know we all keep coming back to all these threads, reading and re-reading. I feel very fortunate to have met Hope. And even though I only saw her, on average these past 6 years or so, maybe 1-2 times a year, I'm really gonna miss her.
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there's no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop a while with you
When life becomes as barren
And as cold as winter skies
There's a beacon in the darkness
In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for honor
In vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof
If we can all just be a little bit better, maybe we can make up for the good the world has lost.
I suppose on some level it's because I regret the missed opportunities to spend more time with her, but I guess mainly it's just really hard to come to grips with someone that special, that caring, that full of life dying so young. It just seems so wrong on so many levels.
If she were here she'd tell me to hush up and order another beer, so I'm going to try to just think positive thoughts about all this, but it's not coming easy.
It does serve to remind us that life is short. You never know when your life, or the life of someone you love will end. So if you keep that in mind in your daily dealings, you'll be better off. I think that is Hope's gift to us.
RIP Hope, you were an icon here at BBi.