Shelly Gilpatrick will always hold a fond memory in my heart from grade school through high school -- and working together at Dairy Queen. She was a special soul with a wonderful wit and endearing personality. Our banter always challenged me to become a better person and see the other side much clearer. Once we went to college, I lost touch with Shelly. I heard that she became a teacher, which was a passion of hers, and made a wonderful impact on many, many children until she left this earth.
Shelly was a wonderful person and is greatly missed.
I remember Shelly so well. She was always such a bright person with such a fun personality. I knew her from Parkview, and I always enjoyed knowing her and just being around her. Bless you Shelly for being Courageous and so beautiful.
I will always remember Shelly Gilpatrick. I remember her always being nice to me in the high school years, not mean as kids tend to be. The last time I saw her it was 1994 or 1995 She was with her friend Stephanie Schmidt(Meyers). I was not aware of her passing until I saw so on this website. I was told what had happened from Poly Haris (Raymond). It would have been nice to see her one more time and to talk with her.
The thing I remember most about Shelly was her smile and infectious laugh. Her whole face would light up, her freckled cheeks would turn red, and she would let out this little subdued giggle followed by an eruption of laughter. She managed to look for the good in any situation and in any person, and I think she fully embraced life. I still smile when I think of her.
Shelly was a sweet, kind girl. She was insightful and funny. And wonderfully odd. She had this really sideways sense of humor about her—and I completely mean that as a compliment. (I trust those that knew her will know what I mean.) I think that quality was one of the things that drew people to her. That and, as has already been mentioned here, that laugh of hers.
Shelly also had this bizarre alter ego she would put on from time to time. She'd lean in and pretend to be totally wide-eyed and amazed (and a bit confused) by what you were saying and what was going on around her—almost moving in slow motion. Again, odd, but certainly funny. She was just like that. In fact, I recently read something she wrote in one of my yearbooks and it was definitely weird, but it also made me smile. What a nice way to remember her.
I recall walking down to the DQ once and running into Shelly when she was working. After preparing my order, she pretended to do some math in her head, and then said, “Yeah, that's going to be, like, ah, twenty-eight cents.” I paid the twenty-eight, we talked for a while, and then I was on my way. It was nice.
Once, Shelly came as my guest to what I thought was a pretty fancy Christmas party. It was cold and snowy, but an enjoyable night. She was the ideal companion to take to a supposedly fancy holiday party. It was fun having her in my ear, hearing her unfiltered commentary regarding the people she met and her curious observations on the things they said. That girl cracked me up.
Years ago when I heard of Shelly’s passing it made me terribly sad. Still makes me sad. It just seems unfair that someone so kind and interesting and freckled and funny didn’t get a little more time. I can only hope that wherever she is, she’s still being sweet—and strange—and laughing that laugh til she's red in the face.
Kevin Bilder
Shelly Gilpatrick will always hold a fond memory in my heart from grade school through high school -- and working together at Dairy Queen. She was a special soul with a wonderful wit and endearing personality. Our banter always challenged me to become a better person and see the other side much clearer. Once we went to college, I lost touch with Shelly. I heard that she became a teacher, which was a passion of hers, and made a wonderful impact on many, many children until she left this earth.Shelly was a wonderful person and is greatly missed.
Your dear old friend -- Kevin
Tammy Newman (Flahive)
I remember Shelly so well. She was always such a bright person with such a fun personality. I knew her from Parkview, and I always enjoyed knowing her and just being around her. Bless you Shelly for being Courageous and so beautiful.Donald Deutschmann
I will always remember Shelly Gilpatrick. I remember her always being nice to me in the high school years, not mean as kids tend to be. The last time I saw her it was 1994 or 1995 She was with her friend Stephanie Schmidt(Meyers). I was not aware of her passing until I saw so on this website. I was told what had happened from Poly Haris (Raymond). It would have been nice to see her one more time and to talk with her.Kjerstin Bersagel (Smith)
The thing I remember most about Shelly was her smile and infectious laugh. Her whole face would light up, her freckled cheeks would turn red, and she would let out this little subdued giggle followed by an eruption of laughter. She managed to look for the good in any situation and in any person, and I think she fully embraced life. I still smile when I think of her.Mica Racine
Shelly was a sweet, kind girl. She was insightful and funny. And wonderfully odd. She had this really sideways sense of humor about her—and I completely mean that as a compliment. (I trust those that knew her will know what I mean.) I think that quality was one of the things that drew people to her. That and, as has already been mentioned here, that laugh of hers.
Shelly also had this bizarre alter ego she would put on from time to time. She'd lean in and pretend to be totally wide-eyed and amazed (and a bit confused) by what you were saying and what was going on around her—almost moving in slow motion. Again, odd, but certainly funny. She was just like that. In fact, I recently read something she wrote in one of my yearbooks and it was definitely weird, but it also made me smile. What a nice way to remember her.
I recall walking down to the DQ once and running into Shelly when she was working. After preparing my order, she pretended to do some math in her head, and then said, “Yeah, that's going to be, like, ah, twenty-eight cents.” I paid the twenty-eight, we talked for a while, and then I was on my way. It was nice.
Once, Shelly came as my guest to what I thought was a pretty fancy Christmas party. It was cold and snowy, but an enjoyable night. She was the ideal companion to take to a supposedly fancy holiday party. It was fun having her in my ear, hearing her unfiltered commentary regarding the people she met and her curious observations on the things they said. That girl cracked me up.
Years ago when I heard of Shelly’s passing it made me terribly sad. Still makes me sad. It just seems unfair that someone so kind and interesting and freckled and funny didn’t get a little more time. I can only hope that wherever she is, she’s still being sweet—and strange—and laughing that laugh til she's red in the face.