Friday, September 23, 2022
There is a visceral reaction for me, to each loss of a member of the West High Blackhawks class of 1957. We were once young and thought time would never end. Each marker kept us on tiptoe, anxiously awaiting the next "BIG." There was so much to look forward to and we shared fun years and classes and games. Coming were all those adulting things and the reunions...until there were fewer and fewer of us. Gretchen, you one of those who shared, gently, our lives. Thank you for your giving heart and love for people, especially little people, and of course the "critters." Wait for us. See you soon.
