Condolences from Chainsaw

Well, I know it’s a little late, but I just didn’t know what to write at an earlier date, and I still don’t really know what’s going to come out, but here it goes.

I was away on vacation when Corey passed away, I didn’t find out anything until the day I got back, which was the following Saturday. Like everyone else, I didn’t believe it at first, I still find it hard to believe sometimes. How could such a terrible thing happen to such an amazing and loving person? I met Corey in 9th grade Spanish, however in that’ short amount of time, Corey really grew on me. Corey was one of my best friends, always there to make everyone smile when we needed him, or even when we were already smiling, he would leave us rolling on the floor, laughing at one of his stories. He was always a good friend, never letting you down, always ready to lend a helping hand, always smiling no matter what, spontaneously dishing out hugs to everyone, even strangers. I have so many memories of Corey, all of which involve laughing and sometimes crying because of the laughing and shortness of breath. I still remember the night that I he was at my house giving everyone nicknames, mine being Chiggity Chainsaw. The name stuck, as well as some other peoples which we still use to this day.

Corey, the biggest Nintendo fan of all time would constantly heckle me about my whiteness and my support of the PS3, and we could constantly argue jokingly about how the PS3 matched up against the Wii, or how the Xbox 360 just sucked in general. I ended up getting a 360, not a PS3, yet I know that I will some day get a PS3, just to be the rich white boy that he knows, only to buy a Wii later on. Corey and I never actually got into an argument, just two friends jostling each other about their nerdy toys.

I feel very honored to meet such an amazing individual. He taught me a lot about life, especially how to just be myself. He is someone who will never ever be forgotten, someone who has influenced the lives of many, and will continue to do so forever.

I recently heard Freebird played by a band live. I couldn’t help but scream the lyrics, just for the man himself, Corey Womack.

I love you man, cya later.

-Chiggity Chainsaw Chad English

Memorial in honor of Corey Womack

Memorial in honor of Corey Womack- Sunday, March 25- 8:00pm, St. Clare's Church on Central Avenue in Colonie.

Corey affected so many of us in many different ways. He was not just a friend to my children but over the years had become more like family to us all. When I think back on the suddenness of Corey's departure I feel like there is so much more to be said. Corey's light was with us for such a short time and he made such a large impact on those around him that some of us still have the need to join together as a group and express our gratitude for the gift of life that Corey shared with us. We invite everyone of any denomination and faith to come and join us on Sunday, March 25th for prayer and reflection. We plan to offer a few prayers for Corey and then have a time for sharing so that anyone who wishes can share their memories of, and love for Corey. All are welcome, this is not so much a religious ceremony as it is a way for us to get together to give thanks for Corey's life and send him off with our love and good wishes. Any questions feel free to email Jennifer at apme@nycap.rr.com.

Rest in peace Corey, I know you are in a better place right now, I just wish that place could be here and now!

Mrs. Mooney
"Jennifer Mooney"

Condolences from Oscar Zubia

I can't believe this. I just heard today of Corey's passing. It had been
so long since I even heard from Corey. All I have now are all of the
memories from when we were younger and still living in California. We used
to hang out almost everyday, we would take him to school and he would stay
with us until his mom got home from work. He was always one of my favorite
friends, we all had so much in common. Going over to Corey and Joy's house
was always fun, I never knew how much I would miss it. When we moved we
barely kept in touch and then Corey and Joy moved to New York. We would
keep in touch a bit through email and instant messenger but I wish there
could have been more. Joy encouraged me and my brother to plan a trip up
there but things didnt work out and we all got busy with our own lives, I
wish it could've been arranged, I wish things could have been different. I
would give anything to go back in time and go up to see Corey one last time,
get to know him again, see what he grew up to be. Judging from this blog
and from the video that was made for him and all of his comments and
condolences I see that he turned out just like I thought he would. He was
always an amazing guy raised by an amazing mom. It hits me so hard that
this could happen to someone this full of life. He will not be forgotten in
my mind and in my family's minds, we all loved Corey very much and will
always remember him. We hold so many memories of the past, I only wish I
could've been part f his future. My condolences go out to everyone out
there who is grieving about this loss and hope everyone can get through
this, life goes on and Corey will not be forgotten.

Oscar Zubia Jr.
Las Cruces, NM

From Corey's Mom

I am compelled to write on Corey’s blog to publicly thank all of you for Corey and myself. I wish Corey could write this as he was a far more articulate and creative writer. I will just have to hope the words come to me from him.

I have received such warmth, love and support from reading here as well as the personal emails, the flowers, the donations, the baskets of goodies, the pictures, YouTube tribute, chorus ensemble, teachers and mentors involvement, words and stories heard at Corey’s service, as well as those spoken privately or in cards.

Corey truly was one of the “beautiful” people, inside and out. He honestly surrounded himself with others, who in their own special way, belonged in the same class. There is not a lot written here that surprised me about him. I have always known his wonderful ways and qualities. The one surprise was his “sweet dance moves”. He never let on he was a dance machine. I was always waiting to hear it though as my family, the Dutton's, were always known to take over a dance floor. :)

Love for music was always in our household. In fact, I used to sing the James Brown “I Feel Good” song to him as an infant. By the time he was able to sit, he would rock back and forth, with a big smile ,to the rhythm of the song as I sang it:)

He also developed his predilection for storytelling at a young age. Our routine at bedtime was for me to give a “rub back”, as he called it, while we discussed his day. At the age of six, first grade, I was rubbing his back and he started to tell a story of his day. He described a flock of geese flying down into the schoolyard, causing the children to run and scream. The teachers did nothing. More flocks of geese came until the whole schoolyard was full of them, children freaking out, and now the teachers running and screaming too. I was sitting there replying “No! How horrible and scary…. Etc” He lead me on with this story for several minutes until it became so absurd I realized he had fabricated it. He turned his sweet face toward me, eyes twinkling with a huge smile, and then just laughed and laughed – making ME laugh. He could always make me laugh, and always did.

His favorite movie at about age two or three was “Mary Poppins” and I started talking with a British accent like Mary P. “Would you care for a spot of tea”, “spit spot” etc. His gift for accents came quickly and never stopped.

I need to specifically thank Mr. T, Ms. Lupe, Ms Weeks, and Ms. Eichholzer for being his mentors and teachers as well as his friends. Thank you Will, for creating this blog, Audrey for the YouTube tribute, Ryan Mooney and Jade Brewer for the awesome support and kindness as well as assisting with help creating his memory board. Thank you Jeri Ann for writing a beautiful and comforting song (performing May 12th at Cook Park), Erin for your lovely poem. Thank you J-Steve, Sam -Chan, Shane, Chris, C-Joe, Kayla, Gabby, Jeri-Ann, Sean, Joe, Anson, Will, Will, Ryan, Oscar, Tommy, Phillip, Gina, Elliott, Brianna, Olivia, Kyle, and numerous others. Thank you for your friendship. You made Corey a very happy person for knowing you.

Thank you Renate, Teresa, Paula, and families, Jenny, Ikey, Valerie, Phil, Ellen, Eileen, BC, Paul, Scott, Neil ,Janna, Bobby, Judy ,Rusty, Harry, Bibbs, Wanda and My Dad , my personal friends and family for being there for me, through it all. I thank all that I work with and used to work with for the support and generous gifts.

Corey’s best friend , John Twordowski – thank you for driving me around, coming to visit at any call and assuming Corey’s role in making me laugh. I have officially adopted you.

I always believed, and I still do, that I was brought to this world specifically to bring him into this world for his wonderful, nonjudgemental ways, creative talent and comedic loving nature. Apparently his gift to the world was completed, his impact felt and absorbed. I will miss him all my life and keep his memories as gifts from him. Please honor him, carry his memories and emulate his kind ways.

To everyone who has written the wonderful words here, I thank you. I feel Corey’s love for me through you.

Be kind to each other, live, laugh, love, sing – and get out and DANCE!

Love, Joy Dutton, Corey’s mom

coreyjoy@aol.com

PS I know I left some peoples names out. Please forgive me.

" Do not stand by my grave and weep, I

am not there, I do not sleep. I am a

thousand winds that blow, I am the

diamond glints on snow. I am the

sunlight on ripened grain, I am the

gentle autumn rain. When you awaken

in mornings hush, I am the swifter

uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled

flight. I am the soft star that shines at

night. Do not stand by my grave and

cry, I am not there, I did not die."

Condolences from J-Steve

I miss you, so much. I keep hoping that maybe this nightmare isn't real, that any day now an email from you will pop into my inbox. It all just seems so unfair. I did not get to spend enough time with you. Two years is not enough; every day of the rest of my life would not have been enough. You always sold yourself short, never gave yourself enough credit. But, Corey, you touched my heart and affected me the way no else ever has, or ever will. I wish I could tell you that face to face...I wish I had done so before, so I could be sure that you know. But I have to believe that you can read this, that you're not too far out of touch. So you know. You must know.

So many things are different now...you told me you thought you were inconsequential, but I hope you see now how wrong you were. I mean, the thought of singing "Dies Irae" without you is sickening right now, and who is going to walk in the halls with me all the way from 2nd to 5th period every day? My whole world has been turned upside-down. You know, I've started remembering little, stupid things that matter, but really don't matter...like the fact that I had to check to see if you'd returned the library book I lent you. As far as I can tell, you did, but I never got to talk to you about it, find out if you liked it or not. I went through all these old papers and things to find the notes you'd written me way back in 10 grade, remember? I found them and I read them, and they only made me miss you all the more. I gathered all the pictures I have of you and sadly, it isn't as many as I would like. I wish I had kept all our Oswald pictures, and all our old emails. If there was any way to get them back, I would...every word you ever typed, wrote, or said to me is sacred to me; I wish I could gather them all and keep them forever. I wish a lot of things.

I am afraid...afraid that slowly, over time, your face and voice will fade from being crystal clear in my memory to nothing more than dim recollections, and I don't want that to happen. Ever. I fear that years of other things will push my memories of you aside, but as you said about me, I would hate myself if I ever forgot about you. I can still hear you speak, the way you'd say "J-Steve!" and smile your heart-warming smile with those beautiful eyes. When you sang, I melted inside. You know that, right? No other sound like it in all the universe. I am so infinitely happy you joined chorus and sang with us. It is impossible to say how much you added to our little 4th period musical group...I know that because of you, we all have so many delightful memories that will never be forgotten.

There are so many things I was planning and expecting, and taking for granted that they would come to pass. We were supposed to stand on-stage after the final performance of Little Shop and get our senior flower bouquets. We were supposed to pick out a senior song, and sing it, and wear the little red corsages that identify us as seniors at our last concert. You were supposed to sing "Soldier, Soldier" with us, and sing the gorgeous solo Mrs. Weeks had picked out for you. You were supposed to be there at senior prom, to make the night all the more memorable. If you had asked me to go with you, I would've said yes, without a doubt. Corey, you were supposed to walk across that stage with the rest of us come June 22nd. There would have been laughing and crying and more pictures and parties than I care to imagine. You were supposed to be there to celebrate my 18th birthday with me, just like I was supposed to celebrate yours. You were supposed to write a message on the back of your senior picture and give it to me, but now I will never get the message you planned to write. I wonder what you would've written...I wish I could know.

I miss you more than I can tell. I miss everything about you, from all your different faces and voices, to your gestures and expressions. The same black sneakers you wore every day, and the way you hung your coat on the strap of your bag so it'd be easier to carry. The way we were total kids of the 90's and had so much in common...the way you'd sweep back your hair with your fingers when it fell in your face. All of these things were strangely comforting in their perpetual sameness and I probably took it for granted that I could always count on you to be the same old you. Now I miss that comfort and solidarity with my whole being. I hope that I touched you as much as you touched me, and that you will remember us all, the ones you left behind way too soon. Corey, I love you forever and will miss you always. I carry you with me wherever I go; you are my shining star and my inspiration. I hope you are happy wherever you are, and I will never ever forget you.

Love with all my heart,

J-Steve

Condolences From Peter Taormina

I have been thinking so much about Corey..and all of you guyz. This is the hardest loss for me in some time. I can feel the subtle undercurrent at school just below the surface. I know it's wierd that this whole thing happened at the beginning of vacation - it sort of changed the way we all are mourning Corey - but it hasn't made it any less meaningful at least to me. I think alot of how Corey was this person who could always make me smile and how he never said negative things about anyone else - how amazing is that! I can remember so many times Corey and I would just start doing accents or making up songs or rhymes...anywhere. I loved it when he came into lunch and helped me sing happy birthday or write a rhyme or song for the announcements. He was so incredibly spontaneous and funny. It was cool the way he could be that and yet do everything else and be taken seriously when he needed to be. I look at his picture and I just can't wrap my head around him being gone - that's why he keeps coming into my thoughts... That and the people - all of the people at school but especially certain kids of course - those of you who loved Corey as I did and who feel this pain. I guess I think about how we all change in the face of tragedy and how it makes us grow - I want to be more "there" for people...It sounds corny, but I mean it. I get so much from spending time with kids - you guys all make me grow in my perspective of this life and the depth and importance of relationships. There are so many great people at Colonie - I think it's easy to be critical of people and think in stereotypical ways, but when this kind of thing happens we need to look around and really search for the good in each other, really listen to each other and allow ourselves to empathize with the pain we feel for so many different reasons. We need to let each other go to this place of sadness sometimes and support each other. I am amazed by the insightful comments of people and by the incredible maturity and empathy present at Corey's service - so many of you were able to see what you needed to do to help each other and to help Corey's family - it just makes me that much more confident in all of you. Loss is the hardest thing we experience in life and when we feel the support of others during these difficult times we grow....I am so thankful for the time I got with Corey and for the time that I continue to have with all of you... thanks for putting this spot out here to write - I probably will be back...

Mr. T

Condolences from Jen Lin

Corey was an amazing person. I met him in 9th grade because we had global history together. I remember thinking to myself, "This kid is crazy." To this day, I still think he's crazy. It was his willingness to be crazy, outrageous, unique, and spontaneous that made him Corey. He would go to any lengths just to make people laugh, even if he didn't know you.

He was so fearless. Nothing would or could deter him from doing the insane things that he has done. I wish I had his courage. He didn't care what other people thought about him. Just as long as he had an audience, he was happy. There are countless memories of him just being him, and the rest of us holding our sides from laughing so much. I would give anything just to have those days back

He could make any rainy day seem bright and sunny. No matter how bad your day was he could make it be alright. It was one of his many gifts, but its the one that I will miss the most. I will miss every story he'll never tell again, every picture he'll never draw, every song he'll never sing, and every greeting he'll never make. He has left a void in all of our lives that will never, and can never be replaced.

I know he would not want us to mourn his death, and yet it happens. I know that he would want us to move on with our lives, and we will. No one can be ready for the death of a friend. Especially when that friend has barely begun to live. So I think he'll forgive us, just this once, for being little sad. But we'll get through this because we have each other, and our memories. And though it may seem like the end of the world in this place and time, life goes on. In 70 years or so, when we die and go where ever we go, I'm sure he'll be there waiting for us. Waiting to make us laugh again. Until then, keep laughing, keep living, because its what he would have wanted.

JL

P.S. Somebody better bring the graham crackers or he's gonna be mad.

Goodnight

Corey, I don't want to write this and I'm not ready to. Who is going to wish me a good morning every day second period? Who is going to scare the crap out of Josh in lunch by coming up behind him and massaging his shoulders using their "sexy" voice? Besides having about 20 different dialects and I swear, multiple personalities, you spread joy to everyone. You were an inspiration to everyone, and you never knew this but I was soooooo jealous of you. I wanted your carefree attitude and laidback personality. I wanted to be able to laugh at myself and enjoy life the way you did. To be able to walk up to any person and make their sides hurt from laughing is a talent and gift not many possess. I hate that people respect you and notice you more now that you aren't here, you deserve more than that. I wish I could explain just how much you deserve for what you have accomplished but it is impossible. You have made an impact on my life and so many others. I hope your mom reads this, because I wanted to tell her something but I couldn't tonight, it was too hard. I wanted to say thank you, thank you for having him, thank you for raising him the way you did and allowing him to become the beautiful and compassionate person he was and I'm sure still is. People say I'm sorry all the time and yes I am sorry for what has happened to him and you, but his life would never have been so prosperous had it not been for you, so THANK YOU!

As for you Corey, I'm not mad I just wish you could have spent more time here with us, it's so cliche, but life is honestly never going to be the same without a Corey Womack in it. I know God is laughing a lot more these past few days because he has you now, but please don't ever lose it, you never know which one of us is going to need to be cheered up once we are up there. You weren't smiling tonight and I hated it, that bothered me more than anything else, I just wanted to see that smile one more time. God Bless you Corey and thank you for being a part of my life.

Meghan Dralle

Condolences from Cristie-Jo Fitzpatrick

I never thought I would be so lost. As tears lined my eyes tonight at your funeral, I looked around and I had never seen so many people cling to the walls in a single room. I saw you lying there eyes closed, hands crossed, all made up.. I wasn't ready for that kind of thing. In fifty years I still wouldn't be.

I let those same walls crumble around me as I let someone I barely knew rub my back. This young girl assured me it was going to be okay. Truth is, someday it will be. But, this moment, this point in time. Its not.

We were asked to come up and share a few words, I walked up caring a million thoughts in my head, but by the time I spoke only few fell out. I wanted to tell these people, tell your mom, your dad, your friends... that I loved you more then I have ever loved anyone in my life. I wanted them to know that I was sorry for refusing to kiss you on your prom night, I was scared and so were you. also at the talent show, you dedicated that song to me. I was so embarrassed, and I loved every second of it.

I know your time here was limited, fuck, I hate god for doing that to us. But in all realization, you were the only persons who's laughter spread like wildfire on a blistering summer day. I'm sorry that I blew you off so many times, If I wasn't so indulged in my own life I would have pushed to have spent more time with you. If I only knew how much I would miss you, how much I would want to just hold you, dance with you, take you to Forrest park again (which was in the middle of nowhere but we found our way home) I would tell you that I was selfish and that I was sorry.

truth be told, I'm afraid of what the future holds without you CW. You were the only person I could run to when shit got shitty. I guess I got to say my goodbyes, but that will never be enough.

so, I will push myself to spend more time with the people that I care about, From all of this bullshit god has put me, your friends and your family through. I thank him for the time I had with you. I really hope your mom calls me or something because I know shes hurting.

I love you.
your C-Joe

Condolences from Amanda Cortes

The First time I met Corey was in one of my Global History classes. His presence took up the whole room. He always would raise his hand, and even though he rarely did his homework he always had the right answer, and then some. I would always remember Mrs Botta-Rosa rolling her eyes when Corey would ask a question, he knew there wasn't a direct answer for, or give us a fun fact about his favorite Russian dictator. I was envious of how Corey knew all the right answers, without seeming to do any of the work. Also how he really just didn't care what any one thought of him. I greatly admired his bravery, when people snickered at his outrageous antic's, he would laugh right back. Kind of laughing at the closed kindness. The world is a much better place because of Corey Womack. His voice, his free spirit, his kindness and genuine nature blessed everyone one that came in contact with him. Even though this is a tragic time, Corey would not have wanted us not to morn his passing, but celebrate all the great things he has accomplished. I think I can say for pretty much everyone that knew him, that he touched everyone one of us in a positive way. I pray for Corey and his family during this difficult time. But I also want to thank him, for everything he has shared with us. You will be missed Corey Womack.

Condolences from Jade

Corey-you are honestly the most unique and genuine person I've ever met. For the past three years, you've been nothing short of an amazing friend to me. I can't express with words how much I'll miss you. I never thought it was possible to feel this much pain. Yesterday, a bunch of us went to Friendly's and we sat at the booth that we all sat at after Winterball, and I was sitting in your seat. Joe turned to Ashley and said "So what do you remember about Corey?" and I thought how I could possibly answer that question. The only thing I can come up with is everything. The past five days have brought back every memory I have involving you. It's impossible to forget anything about you. Every song you've ever sang fills my head and I know that I'll have this cd of your voice playing in my head forever. I don't understand why such an amazing gift has to be taken from us. You never ceased to amaze us with your artwork, your voice, or some new crazy dance moves. Your imagination brought us so many laughs and good times. I'll always keep the page of your Madame Pompoire cartoon that I have. Even though you drew it two years ago, I'm still laughing at it. You were so creative, and never smothered your creativity with a need to be like everyone else. You never cared what other people thought of you, and I truly admire that. You were never afraid to be yourself and share your amazing gifts with the world. I don't know how we'll be able to survive without you. Life certainly won't have as many laughs. Even though you were only here 18 short years, you've been such an influential friend to so many people. I never got a chance to tell you just how much I admire you and wish I had half of your talent. It's so weird that this year on Febraury break, we're all going to you're wake to pay our last respects, not your birthday party at the VFW playing hours and hours of ddr and darts. I don't think I'll ever understand why you had to leave so soon, but I know I'll never stop thinking about you. I could sit here and recount every memory I have of you, but I would be writing for days. I know that I'll always remember them, so I don't feel the need. Nothing will be the same without you. I can't get over the fact that on Monday, I'll walk into fourth period and won't hear you say "Hey jayjay!" and then be able to reply "Hey rayray!". When we finally get back to singing in chorus, we'll sing Dies Irae, a song in which your voice was so prominent and beautiful, and we won't hear you. We can sing our hearts out for you, but our group will be missing a key person and we will never sound the same. I'm so glad that we got to share the time and laughs that we did, I only wish that there could be more. I love you and I'll miss you forever.
Love,
Jade

Condolences from Sharon Segura

Hi – I just want to say that I am a dear friend of Corey’s Aunt Judy and I grieve for her and Joy. I wish I had met Corey from all the things I learned from Judy and all the truly amazing things you all are saying about him!

As a past graduate of Colonie “Central” High School it gives me great joy to know that you “kids” today are as passionate and loving as we were in the “old days”. As I have gotten older and I hope wiser, I have needed my friends a lot and I am thankful for all the friends I have. I can’t imagine losing one of them!!

My son will be attending the high school as a freshman next year and it gives me comfort to know that there are truly very compassionate young adults for him to get to know. Thank you.

I am deeply sorry for your loss and from what everyone has said they will do on your blog, in the TU and Newcomer guest books, is to hold Corey’s memory with them forever and be changed by the beautiful things he gave or taught you.

I just wanted to share my thoughts with you and say that the words and definitely the poems brought me to tears!!

Again, I am sorry for all of you and will keep everyone in my thoughts and prayers.

Sharon M. Segura

Condolences from Amanda Quinn

Corey was the nicest person I think I will ever know in this life. He was the person who made you laugh. He was the one person who would never judge you. He was the kinda person everyone should strive to be like. If the world was filled with more people like him, this earth would be a more beautiful place to live on. Its is such a shame he died. He will be missed by all.

Amanda Quinn

Condolences from Ducky

Corey Womack, I remember when I first met you. It was at the Couch Tour of 2005! You had on that belt with the Nintendo controler attached to it. I think the first thing you ever said to me was "Would you want to play with my joystcik?" It was really hot that summer too and they had to bring in a fire truck to cool everyone off. You also gave me my nickname not too long ago. We went to Mooney's party and you misheard my sister. "Did you just call her Ducky?!" You never did let that go.

You helped me a lot through this school year too. I don't know how, but you could always keep a smile on everyone's face. You made life seem so great and I'm going to miss listening to your different point of veiws. You really were one of my best friends.

Thanks for inviting me to go to the library with you and Cody and Jo and John. That had to be the most fun I've ever had. I know we never really finished that movie but it was still a lot of fun. Maybe you could learn how to make bacon ribs? That sounded like a very different kind of food actually... Not sure how good it would taste but maybe.

I am going to really miss getting to paint with you. I think I was going to ask you to help me play guitar hero because I think we all saw how horribly I failed at it. Teaching me how to play while on expert was so very cruel!

I don't think I've ever been mad at you even the slightest bit. Every conversation we had and every time we hung out was just great. It was always so much fun. I can't thank you enough for being my friend. You are my inspiration to be me. To just not care what other people think of me. I'm so glad I got to meet you. I know we weren't friends for a really long time and I wish you were still here. But at least I can proudly say I know the most unique, artistic, and talented guy to ever walk the face of this planet. You really are. I don't think anyone could do so well at everything. You're also by far the best dancer I've ever seen. I know I'm going to miss having such a good friend but maybe I'll get the chance to see you again. And I know that wherever you are you are still smiling and making everyone around you as happy as they can be. I can only hope that I'll meet you there.

*~Ducky :-)

Condolences from Chris Futia

In the very short time I knew Corey of a little more than a year and a half he managed to leave a lasting impression on my personality and beliefs as a person, a friend, and a sibling. And although I wasn't his best friend I'm glad that I did get to know him as a good friend. Looking back I'm glad that I am able to recall quite a few memories of him within the short time we knew each other in this world.

I was lucky enough to meet Corey through tech crew my freshman year at Colonie Central High School. One of the first things I recall about him is that all my freshman year he called me "stupid freshman", and he laughed when i responded to being called that even when I got another nickname he would still call me that as though it were my real name, we both found it pretty funny. I also remember the day i got sent home from tech crew for having a mach battle with stools and rulers in the art room with him last year. I also think of the countless times we went to the mall in a big group last year before tech crew started. Another hilarious memory of him is the time he told us the joke about how the juice companies had made up the "hollow cost" it was the funniest joke I ever heard. One of my most recent memories I have of him is giving him a ride home one day shortly before Christmas 2006, and being it was the holiday season traffic was awful so the trip to take him home was extra long, I feel blessed to have received that time with him and even though it was only about 45 minutes i feel now as thought its my most favored of memories, because we just laughed and joked the whole time and he had my mom and my older sister cracking up laughing at his jokes. I remember talking about how he camped out for his Wii and my mom offered him $300 for his because her and my stepdad were going crazy looking for one for my stepbrother for Christmas. As we all know Corey loves his Nintendo and he said that he wouldn't sell his Wii for 3 million dollars. And as I type this I realize one of the greatest tragedies of everything about the loss of Corey Womack at such a young age, its the fact that we will never get to here him talk about Super Mario Galaxy or Super Paper Mario or Mario Party 8, but we all know he would've never let us here the end of how great these games are, but I know that they'll have a Wii in heaven just waiting for Corey.

Corey's death was tragic but let us never forget who he was and how he taught us all how to be good friends and good people, but first and foremost let us remember the laughter and joy he brought into those lives that he touched. My only regret is that we didn't spend more time together outside of school especially since he said he thought we ought to.

Condolences from Anson Wong

Will Lentlie and I spoke about Corey; I just returned from New York City and wanted to see how other people were doing. I mentioned how I think that I wasn't sad that I didn't get to say farewell to him before he went, and I still feel that way.

In the time I knew him, Corey and I never fought, had an argument, or even got angry. Every memory I hold with him has been something incredible or just enjoyable. Whether if it was fighting with kendo sticks at 3 am or snorting lines of sugar at Friendly's, I can honestly say that I tried to make the best of every moment with him. I don't regret I didn't get to say goodbye, rather, I really wish that he didn't have to go at such a young age.

We talked about what we wanted to do with our lives in Economics one day and he told me about his plans to go to SUNY Purchase. It struck me that just below that extremely funny layer, was a passion to achieve more. It was amazing to know that he had such aspirations in life and he had already planned out exactly what he wanted to do: Electronic Media. I think it was a few weeks later when he showed me his drawing of the guitar he created for the band logo. My gut reaction was that he pulled it from somewhere online until I realized that that masterpiece had come from his own hand. I couldn't believe the raw talent he possessed; from his singing to that drawing. I still proudly display the picture he drew for me on my Christmas card: a Chinese Santa.

Another thing that struck a chord with me was how much he really cared about his family. I still remember how he brought in pictures of his family out in Colorado and how proudly and happily he displayed their pictures to the rest of the Tech Crew.

Besides all the seriousness, I have so many fond memories of times we spent together. From learning how to keep things BRUTAL to getting owned in Guitar Hero 'cause he insisted we play Freebird on expert. Recently, we were going through Cohoes with the windows down, blaring the Cake song from Lazytown and pretending we were gangsters.

I think in the end, I'm extremely honored to have met such a unique individual. He might be gone, but there won't ever be anyone like him so he will always be special to each and everyone of us. I think I also think I have found my idea for the tattoo I want when I'm 18: the Flying V guitar just like he drew for his logo.

I hope I never forget everything he taught me.

Condolences from Brianna Garcia

Ah, Corey. What a character you are. Notice I say “are”, because while the fact is you have died, I certainly know you haven’t gone. You live on in the songs you sang, and the ever-so-prominent memories you have etched in our minds. I truly hope you realize how much you have affected, and will continue to affect, all those you came into contact with. Today Mrs. Weeks told us the story about how she first met you. Honestly, for a second I thought, “That’s funny, I’ll have to ask Corey if he remembers it the same way!” It hasn’t hit me yet. I simply cannot imagine coming into first period and not hearing you say, “hey BG!” or taking that grueling pilgrimage across the hall to math without you.

After Mrs. Weeks told us that story, I started thinking about the first time I met you. I’ll never forget that Spanish class. I remember being envious of you. You’re such an uninhibited, free spirit, and I wish I could be as open and carefree as you.

On behalf of the rest of the world, thank you for sharing your talents. This Earth is a better place because of your heart-melting voice, artistic abilities, unique hilarity, and of course, sick dance moves. I am sure I am not alone in saying that your endearing qualities have made you a person I will never forget. I’ll always keep the coal drawing Christmas card you made me. I’m not certain if you can imagine how much you have taught us all just simply by being yourself. You are a remarkable and admirable person, Corey Womack.

It is hard for me to be sad about your death, because while I recognize how much I will miss you, I know how lucky I am to have known you. I can’t help but smile when I think of how wonderfully funny and kind you are. Rather than mourn the loss of you, I would rather celebrate your life. I’m sure that’s what you would want. And while my heart truly aches because of this, I feel the true tragedy is that there are people who were not blessed enough to know you.

You genuinely knew how to live, and I admire that more than you could possibly fathom. My heart goes out to your family in this difficult time, and I hope they know how truly remarkable you are. It isn’t fair that such an amazing person was taken from us.

Chamber singers will never be the same without you, but we’ll continue to sing for you. This song from Wicked illustrates how greatly you’ve affected me.

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

I love you, C-dubb

-BG

Condolences from Vergog

Corey was amazing. He was truly one of the most imaginative and creative people who I've ever met, and he was always the life of the party. I can remember a party at Chad's house where Corey simply began telling this story, one the he was making up as he went, about him, Jim, and Earl as they explored the Australian Outback, and the several hostile indigenous tribes and other dangers that they faced and didn't really conquer. He went on for over an hour, and by the time he was done, none of us were crying because we had already laughed ourselves dry of tears.

Now our tears are different. The moment I found out Corey had been taken from us, I fell into the chair behind me and cried for a while. I thought of all the entertainment we won't have anymore, and all of the laughs and jokes we never got to share. We have been robbed of one of the greatest assets in our lives. It's just not fair.

Corey, without you, life is going to be much duller, less colorful, and not as randomly funny. Without you, your friends and family are bonding together to remember you forever, and though we are sad, we are trying to celebrate your life rather than mourn your death because that's what you would want from us.

Corey, even though you no longer preside on this world, you will live on in the memories of you dearest friends, family, and those who barely knew you. Until we meet again in another time and place, rest in peace my dear friend.

Nick Voerg

Condolences from Erin Chesky

Corey was an amazing guy. He was good at almost anything and everything. One of my last memories is of him and I walking around in togas at a party. He had no problem being different, and I admired that. His spirit will live on in all of us if we take a piece of him with us whereever we go. We may leave Colonie this summer and choose to not come back, but we will be taking a part of him with us.

Corey was a friend to everyone, and a dependable one at that. He never knew just how much we loved him. His crazy costume from scratch, he was an amazing Burger King. His lovely voice will forever fill that auditorium. I didn't know it was possible to fall in love with someone's voice, but he was the first one I told when I loved his voice. I love you Corey. Sing your heart out!

Forever our Star

By Erin Blythe

I’ll never see your smiling face

Or feel the touch of your embrace

I’ll never hear your laugh again

So I say goodbye to my good friend

I still am wishing I’ll wake up

And pass you in the hall just once

To hear your voice so low and deep

Sing one more song – oh so sweet

I know you would not want my tears

But I will cry because you’re no longer here

Your memory lives on in me

A simple tune – your melody

Life was way too short for you

A path ended but never through

Your show cut short by “the director”

You never got your “happily ever after”

So now it’s time to say goodbye

But I have a few parting words to say:

Please paint the sky with your warm smile

And think of Colonie every once in awhile

Condolences from Gabby Saulsbery

Corey, Corey, Corey. It's 2:43 AM and as we approach the 51st hour of your death, everything is still so surreal, though it's slowly sinking in. You are quite possibly the most ALIVE person I've ever known -- it's so hard to talk about you using past tense. I know, despite the fact that you're not breathing the same air we're breathing, you haven't changed one bit in death. You never changed for anybody or any reason. Once Corey Womack, always Corey Womack.

You know the quote, "It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all"? I never understood it until I got the call that told me you were gone. Friendship is definitely a legitimate form of love -- let me tell you, it's better to have loved and lost Corey Womack than to have never known him at all. I met you my freshman year at the first football game into the school year through my cousin and we clicked immediately because you were wearing aviator sunglasses & a Jim Morrison shirt, and I love the Doors. I remember talking to you in the halls one day about how those sunglasses broke, haha...we mourned. I am SO GLAD I met you, it's impossible not to be.

Buddy, with so many dreams yet to be fulfilled, you didn't deserve this but nobody should be blamed. God just wanted you sooner...we all know there were plenty of reasons to; you were sweet and funny and talented and unique and just an all-around astonishing person. I remember standing in line outside the doors waiting to get into homecoming, we were just talking about some things we'd love to do...we said we'd both go hang-gliding before we died. You're doing it in death I'm sure, an angel above us...but whenever it may be that I go, a picture of you is coming with me so that I can say "Before I died, I got to go hang-gliding with Corey."

If you could respond to this I know you and your modest self would deny a bunch of it. You never gave yourself enough credit...if you were any less amazing, I don't know if I'd be up at 3:13AM (this message has taken me a while, ahhJesus!) writing it knowing that I need to be up in 4 hours for a stupid orthodontist appointment. I think your wake is gonna be the first place you've been in a while where you don't start (and WIN!) a dance-off. You're the top, Corey. You truly are.

Condolences from the Mack Attack

Corey the Sunflower Womack. I can't even stress enough how much he's going to be missed. Honestly, what a genuine personality. So out there and so vibrant, yet at the same time so true to himself. Man, I freaking wish I could have his sweet dance moves for one day. Don't even lie, you know we were all jealous that we couldn't just let loose like he did. He didn't care about what anyone thought. That right there is what we should always remember him for. What a great guy. And wow what a great voice too. So many good times with that kid. I've known him since he came here from California, and let me tell you, he was one of the greatest friends I've ever and will ever have. It was literally impossible to have a dull moment with him. He really knew how to make a good time out of anything.

What's more unbelievable is that he really didn't have any enemies. Even if you weren't friends with him you still remember how he was an animal on the dance floor, or how he sang and sang and sang wherever he went. And his style was all his own. Let me tell you, I'm awfully jealous that I couldn't pull off those Bill Cosby sweaters. No matter where he was, no matter what he did, he did with his own style and his own pizazz. He was the definition of individual.

And honestly, I don't really know anyone who was funnier than he was; I can't even count the number of times he literally had me laughing and yes even rofl-ing. He was at some times Corey and at other times possibly a foreigner from Soviet Russia, he had a plethora of different accents, and he really knew how to make you laugh with them. The kid was an absolute comedian. I mean he made drawings of the freaking LOLer Bot, if that's not a true testament to his character; I'm not sure what is.

He was truly an amazing, genuine, caring guy. I know that we will all miss his smile, his humor, his laugh (along his many variations of character that he possessed) and most of all his presence. I don't care what our yearbook says, or what anyone else says. Corey Womack is a legend, and we dare not forget him. It deeply saddens me that such a great kid had to go at such an opportune time. I think we all should take a good look at Corey, and just really try to be more like him. So carefree, so genuine, so heartfelt with everything he did. It's without a doubt that he really had no regrets and I think we should all look up to him for not being afraid to stand out and be who he was, because he truly brightened all of our days with happiness, cheer and laughter. Thank you for all the moments and memories you have
given us man, you've been nothing short of incredible. I believe that you have truly inspired and humbled all of us.

God bless you Corey, I hope to see you and your crazy self in Heaven some day. I'll miss you bro, thanks for all the incredible times, I'll never, never, never forget you. I'll be praying for you and your family. Rest In Peace.

Chris Macken

Condolences from Vinny Ginardi

Corey was a great guy and probably the funniest person that I have ever met. No matter the situation he could make you laugh. It is so unfair that he had to leave us this way and at such a young age. I remember one time when Corey, Ryan Mooney and I were on the way to the movies and Corey was explaining this dream that he had. It involved Ryan's future wedding and how everyone that was there was incredibly successful and happy. It doesn't seem right that he won't be there on that day now. I'd give anything for him to call me the 'tiny titan' again, like he did throughout all of gym class in 10th grade. Rest in peace, Corey. I'll keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

Vinny Ginardi

Condolences from Patrick Kennedy

I considered Corey one of my best friends. Usually when one dies, all their good attributes are exaggerated and it makes them seem like a saint. But I can assure you that with Corey, everything said about the man is the honest to God truth.

Corey was one of the kindest people you could meet. I've never once seen him say something that would purposely offend someone. If he accidentally did, he'd feel really bad and do whatever possible to make up for it. Not only was he kind, but he had a great sense of humor. I don't think I've ever seen Corey do anything without getting a laugh out of somebody.

We hung out together whenever we got the chance which, as both of us would admit, was never often enough. We both had the same likes and dislikes and both of us loved to laugh and make people laugh. Infact, the last communication we had was of Corey "commanding" me to congratulate him for his birthday and me replying that I "don't have the pants required for celebration".

It is a shame that I never got to see Corey one last time. But I will admit, every time I've ever been with him, I've had nothing but fun. I'm going to miss you, Corey Womack, but even though you're gone, your influence and impact on my life will never fade away.

Patrick Kennedy

Rest In Peace Corey

As many of you know, Corey died early Monday morning in a car accident. I started this blog so many of his friends could have a chance to share the good memories, and to help out everyone during this difficult time.

This is a message from one of his best friends John about the Memorial Service.

"An open viewing will be conducted for Corey on Friday the 23rd. It will be held at Newcomer Cannon located at 343 New Karner Road. The viewing will run from 3-7 PM and services will begin at 8 PM. During the service you are allowed and encouraged to say a few words on Corey's behalf.

To clarify, everything is being done on Friday. The initial word was that it would take place over Friday and Saturday, but everything is being done Friday. There is no burial as Corey had already decided on being cremated should anything happen.

If you would to send a few words to Corey's mother, you can e-mail her at coreyjoy@aol.com

Please spread the word.

Thanks,
John T."

Thanks to Audrey, there is also a very nice collection of videos and pictures of Corey at dances, and a lot of his work in the plays. It would be great if everyone could check it out. It can be seen here.


Corey was the best guy I have ever known. He was kind, he was hilarious, and most of all he was a good friend. He was always there for me. I can remember talking to him for hours about everything and anything. I remember waiting outside in the freezing cold all night for our Wii's. But most of all I just remember him.
I don't think I will ever be the same after knowing Corey, and seeing him leave us so tragically. But then again, will any of us ever be the same? He touched us all in one way or another. Whether you knew him personally, or only saw him in the halls, or at the musicals, he will be missed by everyone.


I hope to see you all at the memorial and service. And once again, this is for everyone. I hope that everyone can leave their condolences in comments, or if they so choose they can e-mail me posts and I can put them on the site. My e-mail is WLentlie@gmail.com. We all cared about Corey very much, and I think it will be good to have a site where we can all share our thoughts, our prayers, and our memories of him. He will be missed.