Chelsea Rachelle Pegorsch

Chelsea’s was my youngest child and she was wild, wonderful, loving, hard headed, and a true “Hippie”. She had a smile and a laugh that would light up the room. she was the life of the party. She loved everyone and everyone loved her, but she couldn’t keep the demons at bay. Not even as much as she loved her children.

I see her smile in her cute children every day. They also look and act like her.

my favorite memory of Chelsea is when on her 11th birthday, I was taking her out to dinner with her brother and sister and we were going to a fancy restaurant. Fancy for us. I had us all get dressed up so that we looked really nice. Chelsea wanted to dress herself because she was at that independent age. She came out of the bedroom, wearing a pair of gold, brown and white checkered, corduroy, bellbottoms pants and a shirt that had orange and purple and yellow tulips. She told me the orange went with the brown she matched and she had to wear her favorite purple shoes.

I will miss her middle of the night phone calls to let me know that she was OK and she would be home one day soon. Sometimes when my phone rings in the middle of the night, just for a fleeting second, I think it might be her, and my heart lifts. Only to break in a few minutes when I realize that she’s never gonna call me again.

As a person with an illness called addiction And not a derelict or criminal. She wanted to be the best mom she could be, but her addiction and depression wouldn’t allow it. She did the next best thing and went for help, leaving her 2 children with me (maternal grandmother). She died two days before her date in a treatment facility. Her friends were afraid that she might tell on them so they made sure that she never could.