Delaney Marie Farrell, 23, of Selinsgrove, passed away on Saturday, July 1, 2017, in Williamsport, after a long and hard battle with drug addiction.
She was born in Nyack, N.Y., a daughter of Brian J. and Bridget M. (Ryan) Farrell on July 13, 1993.
In addition to her parents, she is survived by her older sister Anastasia and younger brother Dillon; two nephews; Antonio and Angelo Manha, as well as her grandparents; Mary Farrell, and Ruth and Ed Ryan, all of Selinsgrove. She will also be sadly missed by her 15 aunts and uncles, along with 15 cousins and many, many old and dear friends, including 4,953 Facebook friends!
She was preceded in death by her uncle, Patrick Farrell; and her grandfather, Thomas J. Farrell.
Delaney was a 2011 graduate of Selinsgrove Area High School and was most recently employed at the Red Roof Inn, Williamsport, which is where she was when God decided it was time for her to come home.
If there was one word to describe Delaney, I'm sure everyone would agree that it would be "funny". Delaney loved to laugh and make people laugh. She would always make jokes, stupid remarks and facial impressions, which would get those around her roaring, even in the most serious of moments.
Delaney was also known for her love of oreo cookies. This addiction started in the third grade during her special reading class. Every time she read a sentence correctly, she received an oreo. Needless to say, Delaney loved to read and read often; however, even with no books around, Delaney could be found eating oreo cookies by the dozen. While holding 3-4 cookies at a time, she would dunk them into a big glass of milk to soften, and shove them all in her mouth at once. Ironically, at 23 years old, she never had a cavity.
She loved social networking and was usually found posting selfies on Facebook. She was absolutely beautiful and had a singing voice to match. Another hobby of Delaney's was writing. When she was younger, she would often write silly stories about her family or her beloved pets, including her many dogs, cats, rabbits, squirrels, horses and even a llama.
Delaney would also write in her journals or on just random pieces of paper; some were private but some she would share. She forwarded one of her last entries to her sister, which depicts the pain and suffering that she was enduring throughout this horrific drug epidemic that has affected so many families in this country. Her soul is finally at peace.
"Funny, I don't remember no good dope days. I remember walking for miles in a dope fiend haze. I remember sleeping in houses that had no electric. I remember being called a junkie, but I couldn't accept it. I remember hanging out in abandos that were empty and dark. I remember shooting up in the bathroom and falling out at the park. I remember nodding out in front of my sisters kid. I remember not remembering half of the things that I did. I remember the dope man's time frame, just ten more minutes. I remember those days being so sick that I just wanted to end it. I remember the birthdays and holiday celebrations. All the things I missed during my incarceration. I remember overdosing on my bedroom floor. I remember my sisters cry and my dad having to break down the door. I remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes, thinking today was the day that his baby had died. I remember blaming myself when my mom decided to leave. I remember the guilt I felt in my chest making it hard to breathe. I remember caring so much but not knowing how to show it. and I know to this day that she probably don't even know it. I remember feeling like I lost all hope. I remember giving up my body for the next bag of dope. I remember only causing pain, destruction and harm. I remember the track marks the needles left on my arm. I remember watching the slow break up of my home. I remember thinking my family would be better off if I just left them alone. I remember looking in the mirror at my sickly completion. I remember not recognizing myself in my own Damn reflection. I remember constantly obsessing over my next score but what I remember most is getting down on my knees and asking God to save me cuz I don't want to do this no more !!! " Delaney Farrell
Sadly for us, but lucky for her, God was listening and answered her prayers. Now she is no longer in pain, and is flying free.
Friends and relatives are invited to call from 2 to 4 p.m. Saturday at the V.L. Seebold Funeral home, 601 N. High St., Selinsgrove, followed by the funeral at 4.
Published on  July 4, 2017