Sweet Kathy, I have missed you for many years. You were my "BFF" before we ever heard that term. An unlikely pair, you were five feet-nothing and I was five-feet-twelve. Our last names were close alphabetically so we were paired up often because of that. We learned to drive together and we drove everywhere after I got my green VW bug. Your brother, Tommy, went to Vietnam and we both waited for his infrequent letters to read how he was doing. I lost touch after high school but then we reconnected years later, discovering we worked for the same big bank in SF. Then, lost again forever. The devil, cancer, took you away. I can see your smile and hear your laugh in my mind. Peace, Out.
Laura McEachern (Bart)
Sweet Kathy, I have missed you for many years. You were my "BFF" before we ever heard that term. An unlikely pair, you were five feet-nothing and I was five-feet-twelve. Our last names were close alphabetically so we were paired up often because of that. We learned to drive together and we drove everywhere after I got my green VW bug. Your brother, Tommy, went to Vietnam and we both waited for his infrequent letters to read how he was doing. I lost touch after high school but then we reconnected years later, discovering we worked for the same big bank in SF. Then, lost again forever. The devil, cancer, took you away. I can see your smile and hear your laugh in my mind. Peace, Out.