During the year that I lived with Kayleigh I had some of the best times of my life due to her fun loving personality. We laughed so much together and she has given me so many memories which I will always cherish. I am thankful to have met the beautiful, creative and wonderful Kayleigh Ann Comer, she will forever be in my heart.xxx

Dear Kayleigh. My thoughts are with your family at such a sad time. I had the great pleasure to of had you on the dance course at Sheena Simon college. Your grades acknowledged the passion focus determination and most of all the talent you shown. You had such a joyous manner and became a social entity within the class, bringing with you fun, laughter and friendship. I have such fond memories of teaching you Kayleigh and find it hard to imagine the depth of pain that has been left. Rest peacefully beautiful girl, you will always feature in my heart xxx

Remembering the days of primary and being inseparable. Still have the Russian doll too!! Love and miss you!!! Keep dancing and smiling xxx

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven, where the love of our lost ones shines down to let us know they are happy.

Thank you for setting up this memorial to Rusty. We hope that you find it a positive experience developing the site and that it becomes a place of comfort and inspiration for you to visit whenever you want or need to.

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.

My one half is joyous it's clear and light, My other is dark and likes the cold night. Hide under a veil or face the hot sun, Strangers ask me "what have you done?" It's red, it's dark, it's bright, it's there, I wish I could hide it with my golden hair. You think it's a scar, a bruise, a burn. Why won't people never ever learn? They stare, they point, they laugh, they heckle. Can't they see, it's only a freckle? A spot that's known by a number of names. Like "birthmark" or even an old "port-wine-stain". Don't say "What the f*ck" or "nasty, what's that?" It makes me feel as small as a gnat. So please be polite, when you ask me why I have these brown spots just below my eye. I'll explain it, straight out, that'll be the end Then we can move on and become best of friends.