If you have tributes or memories of Allison to share, please email them to allisonfund@verizon.net

Tributes

In a tribute to Allison, a classmate at UCLA, Jason Harvey, and her nephew, Steven B. Fisher, age 9, both wrote poems in her memory:

Angel on a Jazz Note
by Jason Harvey

A song unheard, a bird
A melody cut off, aloft
An angel on a jazz note

Blues still fill my soul, untold
Was her story, glory be
To my angel on a jazz note

The roll of her eye, fly
She was ‘all that,’ trapped
In a malignant cave, brave
My angel on a jazz note

Inspiration in her smile, the Nile
Ran through her veins, in vain
Stars tried to steal, the surreal
Radiance of her stare

My angel on a jazz note, floats
To lasting harmony, and me
Remembering the love, a black dove
That made me believe

Allison, not with us in the physical, mystical
Was her touch, hush
And don’t say a word, a mockingbird
That actually sung

My love for her remains, a train
That penetrated my heart, apart
From the masses, classes
Will never be the same, a shame
If you never met, my angel on a jazz note

But I won’t say farewell, or dwell
On what she could’ve been, her grin
Still warms my being, dreaming
My angel on a jazz note

Allison was Brave
by Steven Fisher

Allison was brave,
Allison was strong,
Everything I’m saying now,
Is what we all should be thinking now.

She knows we all feel sad,
But she wants us to be glad.
She wants us to keep her in our hearts,
And go about our regular routine and be up and about.

We all know she was young,
And suffered indeed.
She dealt with cancer and tried to plead,
“Lord, oh Lord, help is what I need.

I’m here with my family, who’s helping me indeed,
I need to get better and be strong and wise
Because I don’t want to die.
Help me oh Lord and give me strength, But if I die I will be safe.

But most of all help my family survive,
And make them strong and look into their eyes.
When you look through their eyes, I need you to say,
That Allison loves you, day by day.

Everybody knows that its a tragedy,
But we’ll all get better and be a family
If we all work together, We’ll be healed in no time
And we’ll get over Allison’s death, That sounds like a crime.

Many things like this will not be forgotten
And The Fishers will be happy knowing Allison’s safe.
Anything is possible, everyday and night
But this little tragedy does not seem right.

This very death is very hard,
But soon it will be over and tears will be gone.
I hope you enjoyed this poem, and understand it too.
But now it’s time to say good bye and end the poem I wrote.