Today would have been the 72nd 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 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.
Unbelievably, she was murdered by a mentally unstable person during a domestic violence incident in the safe kingdom of Sweden. The world has missed what she might have been, but while she lived she surely felt her wings.
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...
