This page is in loving memeory of our friend Elsa

Elsa2 She was murdered April 1,2002 by the most unlikely person in the world … her mother. The Her mother Tae Schiefer not only killed Elsa but her 4 year old sister, her husband, and then her self. That is all I will speak of at this point the thought of her dead is hard to cope with. If you wish to find out more go to www.bayarea.com for more info. This page is for poems, letters and pictures that friends have made for her. This wasn’t just some one; this someone was our friend. We will never forget Elsa; her dream was to go to Stanford…she never did make it.So many lives changed with the thought of her gone. Her heart is breathing for us all...but she is so far away. Be thoughtful of life and the lives gone before us, Elsa was the most perfect angle on Earth…and now…in heaven.

GODDESS BLESS ELSA!!!

Avery A Lewis




Tears and sobs the pain I feel
The pain that goes around this very room
Time and space seems to stop
People become real
Fakes are exposed
Every tear that rolls down a face
Is a symbol of true human love
Sadness, Fear, Anger, Hate
Hearts they break, angels fly
This is all because she died
She changed my life as well as yours
Keep her in your heart forever this way.

Avery A Lewis 4/5/02





Best Friends site




Silver Tear
Wishing Star
A place of Joy
A place to cry

A dream she had
A good one too
Stanford was it
And she would have made it

She is in our hearts
Our tears now dry
She will never leave us
But still we may cry

E for Energetic
L for Loving
S for Stanford
And A for Amazing



Poem Read at the Memorial Service

Title:The Ship

I am standing on the seashore
A ship sails and spreads her white sails
To the morning breeze and starts for the ocean
She is an object of beauty and i stand watching her
And someone at my side says, "She is gone."

Gone where?
Gone from sight, that is all; she is jsut as large
In her mast, hull and spars as she was when I saw her,
Just as able to bear her load of living freight to its destruction.
The diminished size, and total loss of sight is in me: not in her,
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, 'She is gone'
Other voices take up a glad shout, "There she comes."

Author Unknown