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     I wrote this obituary a long time ago. How odd to see where my life is different from then.

Obituaries for the fifteenth day of November 2006

TULSA, OK – Alysse Suzanne Dever, a toxicology analyst for Drugs of Abuse Testing Laboratory, INC.© of whose job was not her dream of choice, has died. She was 21.

Dever died Tuesday in her east Tulsa apartment of an undiagnosed illness, her family said.
Although original cast member of the “La Casa” 2005, Dever mourned over the loss of what used to be and, “never could handle the change well,” mentioned an unknown source.

Dever tried her best, but claimed she was never good enough. She left behind her many journals and writings to which her family and friends knew nothing about. Some writings claimed her desire to be greater than what she was and kinder than she could ever hope to be.

It would only be a few more months before Alysse was able to join the Catholic church, something that she desired more than anything.
“She was hurting and no one really seemed to know why”, says a close friend. “I think she was really sorry.” Although the basis for this statement is hidden within something deeper, Alysse wanted a certain someone to know she was sorry.

It was her dream to travel the world and do the work of God as a nurse, and to one day work in the remote tribes of Africa with Courtney Tucker, one of her greatest friends.
It seems that time was not on Dever’s side, and death came too soon for this unknown, uncharted, mortal but loved young girl of 21.

 Dever, who resided in Tulsa, is survived by her father , mother, brother, extended family, and good friends.

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