Today would have been the 73nd birthday of someone who was once and will always remain very special to me. Our loving bond with Suzanne’s family in Sweden softens the loss, but it's still persistently painful, thirty one years later. Suzanne will be forever young in my memories, in those occasional dreams, but she lives on now through shared love, and our precious multi-generational, international family connections.
Suzanne and I at a Camp Fire Girls summer overnight camp, Camp Kiwanee in Hanson, Massachusetts. I attended the camp as a child and worked as a counselor and eventually Puppetry Program Head during the summers of 1967-1971. Many of the most important people in my life were met there during those college era summers. I connected with fascinating young women and had those eye opening escapades one has in their early 20s. Each summer the camp worked with an agency that recruited young women from around the world to work in summer overnight camps. That's how I met Suzanne who was from the West Coast of Sweden. We remained close friends until her tragic death. We shared so many trips and often life changing adventures here and in Europe in the 70s and 80s.
Unbelievably, she was murdered by a mentally unstable person during a domestic violence incident in the safe kingdom of Sweden in 1990. The world has missed what she might have been, but while she lived she surely felt her wings.
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This day came in hot again, we expect some rain and thunder later to hopefully bring in cooler temps.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
