Hailey Dady
Kelsey Breck
Sarah Cocuzzo
Mary Stevens
Monday, October 18, 2010
Tattoo Photos
So a lot of people have gotten tattoos in remembrance of Paige, here are a few photos:
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Providence Memorial Service
Hi Everyone,
There will be a memorial service will be held for Paige at Brown on Thursday, September 16th at 4 o'clock. Paige's teammates and friends from school are collecting photos and videos from Paige's college life for a slideshow. If you have photos to contribute, please upload them to this flicker account:
www.flickr.com
Login: ForPaigeHicks
Password: PaigeHicks (make sure to capitalize)
If you have videos or songs you would like included, please e-mail them to: casiehorgan@gmail.com
The service is going to be pretty relaxed, and there will likely be a chance for anyone to share words or stories about Paige. I know it's a week day, but Paige's family will be in town, which is how we picked the day. I hope that some of you will be able to attend. If you need a place to stay or have any questions please email me.
Lots of love,
Marisa
There will be a memorial service will be held for Paige at Brown on Thursday, September 16th at 4 o'clock. Paige's teammates and friends from school are collecting photos and videos from Paige's college life for a slideshow. If you have photos to contribute, please upload them to this flicker account:
www.flickr.com
Login: ForPaigeHicks
Password: PaigeHicks (make sure to capitalize)
If you have videos or songs you would like included, please e-mail them to: casiehorgan@gmail.com
The service is going to be pretty relaxed, and there will likely be a chance for anyone to share words or stories about Paige. I know it's a week day, but Paige's family will be in town, which is how we picked the day. I hope that some of you will be able to attend. If you need a place to stay or have any questions please email me.
Lots of love,
Marisa
Monday, August 30, 2010
T-shirts!!!
Hello friends,
As some of you might have seen or heard, Mallory Hicks had the great idea to make some t-shirts in memory of Paige. With her guidance we’ve designed this shirt: http://tiny.cc/shirt_image
in RUN, RIDE, and PLAY versions, and we hope you like it!
If you’re interested in buying one, price/shipping information and an order form can be found here: http://tiny.cc/pvh_shirts. We’ll be accepting orders until 9/7/10.
The surplus funds from the shirts will go toward to a memorial fund being set up by the Hicks family.
Please pass this along to anyone else you think might be interested!
Live, laugh, love,
Sarah & Sunshine
Sonya Hirsch
Paige was my riding partner for one of the most memorable days for me on P2SF'09 (and on Bike & Build in general):
I was having a particularly rough morning...we had camped the night before just outside Breckenridge in Frisco, CO. It was our first camping night of the trip, we were all still struggling with the altitude, it poured on and off all night and then, in the morning, after our 5am wake up, my saddle bag broke while I tried to get my bike out of the bike pile we had chained to a tree at our campsite.
I really thought this day would be my absolute least favorite day and that I would be miserable for the next 90 miles. Paige came to my rescue...she was also not feeling very well (and was coming to the realization that she didn't function very well at elevations above 8,000 ft) so she started to ride with me. The entire morning, we were climbing...even if it was a very slow 2-3% grade. I think Paige and I averaged a staggering pace of 8 mph...which, if you know what a badass climber Paiger was, is pretty ridiculously lame.
We passed a mailbox that had a sign on it saying "L'Alpe d'Huez" which we thought would make for a hilarious picture...besides, we were looking for any excuse to take a break from riding. The self-timer shot is actually a pretty terrible one...but at the time, we were certain we were struggling as much as the guys in the tour do on that mountain.
Then came the Hoosier Pass summit sign stating that, in 4 miles, our misery would finally end. It really shouldn't have been as hard as it was for the two of us. I think those 4 miles (and however many minutes we crawled up it) were the longest I had ever seen Paige go without cracking some sort of joke/being ridiculous/being Paige. When we got to the top (11,539 ft), we were ecstatic... and Paige was deliriously giddy. She discovered a very old white toaster in one of the many bins in our trailer, named it after one of the other riders on our trip and then proceeded to roll around in the dirt parking lot hugging it. I had never seen altitude get to someone like that...it was hilarious.
I decided it was probably time for her to head back down to a more reasonable elevation and we began our descent. Somewhere along the way, she lost Meow, her blue dolphin water gun. At the bottom of the descent, we stopped to take some layers off and, after sadly pointing out that I was straddling my bike without my helmet on (meaning I would have to wear my helmet for the rest of that day until I went to bed...and that I was the second leader she had caught in the act in the last 3 days) she actually considered heading back up the climb to find it. I convinced her that it wasn't worth it and we continued on with what would soon be the most epic afternoon of not pedaling and averaging 20+ mph for the next 60 miles.
Other than feeling like we had motors on our bikes helping us finish the day into Salida, CO, a few things stick out to me about that afternoon.
- First, Paige forgot her iPhone in a post office in Fairplay, CO...didn't realize it until we were 20 miles down the road...and then had to convince Jenny to drive the van back there to get it during second lunch.
- Second, the reason we were stopped at a post office was so that Paige could mail a ridiculous package...to one of our mail drops...for one of the other riders on our trip.
- Third, Paige pulled us for so long after second lunch that, when I took a turn, she was still pointing out road hazards...even though there were absolutely no other riders anywhere around us...there weren't even cars.
- Fourth, we saw a whale...in Colorado...in the clouds...
Even though the day started out terribly, it completely turned around and I would, without a doubt, say that it is in my top 10 Bike & Build days ever.
I thank Paiger for that.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Casie Horgan
My name is Casie and I was Paige’s roommate this past semester, we shared a double in our incredible Barbour 150 suite.
Before I begin sharing my beautiful memories of Paige I wanted to speak quickly about the gathering I was able to attend at Brown University on Thursday where over 50 students who were at school for the summer assembled to share their memories of Paige. The outpouring of support and love was overwhelming and I wish I could have bottled up every single testimony to the impressions of joy and companionship she made on every person she met. Particularly noteworthy was the outreach from everybody who was affected by Paige’s role as a Women’s Peer Counselor her sophomore year. Freshmen who had been counseled by Paige expressed their gratitude for her helping them get through the difficult transition of freshman year. And while I know Paige learned a lot from the counseling program about leadership I sensed from all of the counselors that they learned an equal amount from her about what it means to be a strong woman. Everyone at Brown campus and people across the world, from upstate Maine, to New Orleans, to Nairobi, Kenya are sending their thoughts prayers and memories this way.
Paige was my creative partner. We knew how to bounce ideas off of each other and build them up to irrational levels of absurdity instantly. We were both human biology majors and thus shared a lot of classes together. Freshman year while studying for our cellular and molecular biology midterm we decided we should put some of the info into a song to help us learn the subject matter. After a few hours of time, which may have been slightly more productive if it were spent actually studying, we had crafted a masterpiece. To the tune of Salt and Peppa’s ‘Let’s Talk About Sex’, our hit ‘Let’s Talk About Cells’ quickly turned into a local cult phenomenon. We entered it into the school’s Alternative Science Fair where we placed second…some questionable judging bias was involved. Paige decided to email the song lyrics to our Cell bio professor, so he could see what his class inspired. On the day of the final exam we both arrived to the classroom, incredibly nervous to take the exam. Our professor quieted the class and announced ‘You’ll notice you’ve only had the opportunity to earn 25 of the possible 50 bonus points for the semester. The final 25 points, depend on a performance by two students’. He then had Paige and I report to the front of the 300 person lecture hall and perform our science rap, a capella, dance routine included.
Paige started a new tradition in our room this year, which she later spread to include the entire suite that was called ‘Song of the Week’. On mornings when I didn’t want to get out of bed or wasn’t feeling well or just needed a laugh, she would plant herself at the foot of my bed and do this awkward dance that only she could possibly pull off where her feet remained planted and only her torso would move. Once I was eventually out of bed, we would put on the song of the week and dance together in our room to it. This often led to injuries while we were flinging ourselves into our beds and dressers or falling off the common room couches. Paige was the one to dub Tracy Chapman’s ‘Fast Car’ our official rallying song of Spring Weekend 2010. Many found this song a questionable party anthem but for our suite it just made sense. Paige was our creative spark; our ‘ideas’ person; the person who would play a song on repeat for a week straight because she liked it and that was enough; the person who would spend an entire afternoon speaking in accents with you so we could ‘practEESe our FRONCH’; the person who juggled 15 activities and classes at the same time and never once made someone feel unimportant or a hassle; the person who would lie in bed with you when you were feeling upset or angry or alone until 2 in the morning even when she had to be up at 6 for a Frisbee tournament.
I’ve been struggling these past few days with how to properly continue on in a place where that person, that spirit, doesn’t exist. I ask myself ‘what would Paige want us to do’ and hundreds of answers have come to my head, but I’ve decided that I think mostly, Paige would want us to dance. She danced to a beat that was so beautiful and so original and so perfectly Paige. I am forever grateful and honored that I got to dance alongside her, even for a short time, and that she shared her tune with me. I hope we all find time to dance in these upcoming months and to celebrate the spirit she planted in each of us and that I can feel with me everywhere I go. And on days when it feels difficult to breathe and too hard to move, maybe we can just plant our feet and move our torsos and know that she is there. I love you Paigey.
Before I begin sharing my beautiful memories of Paige I wanted to speak quickly about the gathering I was able to attend at Brown University on Thursday where over 50 students who were at school for the summer assembled to share their memories of Paige. The outpouring of support and love was overwhelming and I wish I could have bottled up every single testimony to the impressions of joy and companionship she made on every person she met. Particularly noteworthy was the outreach from everybody who was affected by Paige’s role as a Women’s Peer Counselor her sophomore year. Freshmen who had been counseled by Paige expressed their gratitude for her helping them get through the difficult transition of freshman year. And while I know Paige learned a lot from the counseling program about leadership I sensed from all of the counselors that they learned an equal amount from her about what it means to be a strong woman. Everyone at Brown campus and people across the world, from upstate Maine, to New Orleans, to Nairobi, Kenya are sending their thoughts prayers and memories this way.
Paige was my creative partner. We knew how to bounce ideas off of each other and build them up to irrational levels of absurdity instantly. We were both human biology majors and thus shared a lot of classes together. Freshman year while studying for our cellular and molecular biology midterm we decided we should put some of the info into a song to help us learn the subject matter. After a few hours of time, which may have been slightly more productive if it were spent actually studying, we had crafted a masterpiece. To the tune of Salt and Peppa’s ‘Let’s Talk About Sex’, our hit ‘Let’s Talk About Cells’ quickly turned into a local cult phenomenon. We entered it into the school’s Alternative Science Fair where we placed second…some questionable judging bias was involved. Paige decided to email the song lyrics to our Cell bio professor, so he could see what his class inspired. On the day of the final exam we both arrived to the classroom, incredibly nervous to take the exam. Our professor quieted the class and announced ‘You’ll notice you’ve only had the opportunity to earn 25 of the possible 50 bonus points for the semester. The final 25 points, depend on a performance by two students’. He then had Paige and I report to the front of the 300 person lecture hall and perform our science rap, a capella, dance routine included.
Paige started a new tradition in our room this year, which she later spread to include the entire suite that was called ‘Song of the Week’. On mornings when I didn’t want to get out of bed or wasn’t feeling well or just needed a laugh, she would plant herself at the foot of my bed and do this awkward dance that only she could possibly pull off where her feet remained planted and only her torso would move. Once I was eventually out of bed, we would put on the song of the week and dance together in our room to it. This often led to injuries while we were flinging ourselves into our beds and dressers or falling off the common room couches. Paige was the one to dub Tracy Chapman’s ‘Fast Car’ our official rallying song of Spring Weekend 2010. Many found this song a questionable party anthem but for our suite it just made sense. Paige was our creative spark; our ‘ideas’ person; the person who would play a song on repeat for a week straight because she liked it and that was enough; the person who would spend an entire afternoon speaking in accents with you so we could ‘practEESe our FRONCH’; the person who juggled 15 activities and classes at the same time and never once made someone feel unimportant or a hassle; the person who would lie in bed with you when you were feeling upset or angry or alone until 2 in the morning even when she had to be up at 6 for a Frisbee tournament.
I’ve been struggling these past few days with how to properly continue on in a place where that person, that spirit, doesn’t exist. I ask myself ‘what would Paige want us to do’ and hundreds of answers have come to my head, but I’ve decided that I think mostly, Paige would want us to dance. She danced to a beat that was so beautiful and so original and so perfectly Paige. I am forever grateful and honored that I got to dance alongside her, even for a short time, and that she shared her tune with me. I hope we all find time to dance in these upcoming months and to celebrate the spirit she planted in each of us and that I can feel with me everywhere I go. And on days when it feels difficult to breathe and too hard to move, maybe we can just plant our feet and move our torsos and know that she is there. I love you Paigey.
Sonya Hirsch
Jenny didn't have an iPod...so Paige made her one...out of a rectangle of drywall, using pencil to mark the buttons and screen.
It stayed in the front console of the van the entire trip.
It stayed in the front console of the van the entire trip.
Friday, August 13, 2010
My remarks from Paige's memorial service
Paige and I bonded over a shared goal in life, to make the lives of
those around us better and even though her life was short, the impact
she made was vast. That is what brought us together on Bike & Build.
When I was sitting down trying to figure out what to say here, I
thought to myself, I really wish everyone knew Paige the way I knew
her...I wish I could put into words the ways in which she touched my
life...but then the more I thought about it, I realized that we all
know the same Paige, we were all touched by her, all of our lives are
better because we knew her, and that's what I love most about her.
In any moment, you could always trust Paige to be Paige. From the
belly rub to the chin down grin, from stating her height as 5 12 to
her picky eating, you always got Paige in all her ridiculously
eclectic exuberant and energetic glory. She was one of the greatest
people I will ever know and she was happy to offer all of herself to
those around her. Her genuine nature and commitment to others made her
life an amalgamation of countless good deeds, both large (like leading
a cross country cycling trip) and small (a hug at just the right
time). Now she is gone and we are left with her legacy. Her legacy is
what you see when you look around this room. Her legacy is what you
see in everyone who met her. You may think about her death now and
cry, but when you really think about who Paige was, and how she lived,
all you can do is smile, and that is her legacy that we all share.
I thank Dawn, Fred, Mallory, Haley and all her family for instilling
in her these values that have made me a better person. I will continue
on, perpetually inspired by Paige, to make the lives of those around
me better.
Do not focus on her death and cry, instead remember how she lived and smile.
I ride for Paige, now and forever.
those around us better and even though her life was short, the impact
she made was vast. That is what brought us together on Bike & Build.
When I was sitting down trying to figure out what to say here, I
thought to myself, I really wish everyone knew Paige the way I knew
her...I wish I could put into words the ways in which she touched my
life...but then the more I thought about it, I realized that we all
know the same Paige, we were all touched by her, all of our lives are
better because we knew her, and that's what I love most about her.
In any moment, you could always trust Paige to be Paige. From the
belly rub to the chin down grin, from stating her height as 5 12 to
her picky eating, you always got Paige in all her ridiculously
eclectic exuberant and energetic glory. She was one of the greatest
people I will ever know and she was happy to offer all of herself to
those around her. Her genuine nature and commitment to others made her
life an amalgamation of countless good deeds, both large (like leading
a cross country cycling trip) and small (a hug at just the right
time). Now she is gone and we are left with her legacy. Her legacy is
what you see when you look around this room. Her legacy is what you
see in everyone who met her. You may think about her death now and
cry, but when you really think about who Paige was, and how she lived,
all you can do is smile, and that is her legacy that we all share.
I thank Dawn, Fred, Mallory, Haley and all her family for instilling
in her these values that have made me a better person. I will continue
on, perpetually inspired by Paige, to make the lives of those around
me better.
Do not focus on her death and cry, instead remember how she lived and smile.
I ride for Paige, now and forever.
Pensieve of Paige
A Pensieve is a wonderfully useful magical object that was gifted to us muggles by the wizarding world of Harry Potter. It is something of a stone basin that is used to store one's memories. When I find myself reflecting on all the amazing memories I have of Paige, I sometimes get overwhelmed because there are just so many. So I have created this blog for everyone to share their memories of the one and only Paige Victoria Hicks.
So come one come all, share a story or two or a thousand because we all have them. Just email me anytime you have a memory of Paige that comes to mind that you'd like to share and I'll get it up on here.
I think magic may be real.
So come one come all, share a story or two or a thousand because we all have them. Just email me anytime you have a memory of Paige that comes to mind that you'd like to share and I'll get it up on here.
I think magic may be real.
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