"Mo," as we called her in high school, was my best friend. She was smart, creative, lots of fun and beautiful. In ninth grade we had a Sadie Hawkins costume dance where the girls got to ask the boys for a date. Mo made their costumes and they went as the Pillsbury Dough Boy and Girl! So cute! We were pretty good kids, but we had our antics (very innocent by today's standards!) where we usually got caught, anyway.
In our junior year, she moved from our town over to the next, which was only 10 miles away, but back in the 1970s, email was pure science fiction and our parents' incomes were too modest to pay for toll calls or trips back and forth, and Mo and I lost touch. Then one day in February 1977, we heard she was killed in a car accident. This was the first close death I had ever experienced and I took it very hard. Because I hadn't seen her for several months' prior to her death, I didn't believe she was gone and I was in denial for a long time before I could accept it.
I've dreamed of Mo often over the years. I feel it's her way of saying HI and keeping in touch. Actually, I had a dream of her last week and she is still that beautiful, sweetly mischievous teenage girl that she was. It's been 29 years since her death, and my eyes are tearing up now as I write this.
She was beautiful and she touched many people in her short 16 years on this earth. Thank you, everyone, so much for all your kind sentiments and flowers that you've left for Mo. It means more than my words can express.
Thank you, Laura, for sponsoring this site.
In our junior year, she moved from our town over to the next, which was only 10 miles away, but back in the 1970s, email was pure science fiction and our parents' incomes were too modest to pay for toll calls or trips back and forth, and Mo and I lost touch. Then one day in February 1977, we heard she was killed in a car accident. This was the first close death I had ever experienced and I took it very hard. Because I hadn't seen her for several months' prior to her death, I didn't believe she was gone and I was in denial for a long time before I could accept it.
I've dreamed of Mo often over the years. I feel it's her way of saying HI and keeping in touch. Actually, I had a dream of her last week and she is still that beautiful, sweetly mischievous teenage girl that she was. It's been 29 years since her death, and my eyes are tearing up now as I write this.
She was beautiful and she touched many people in her short 16 years on this earth. Thank you, everyone, so much for all your kind sentiments and flowers that you've left for Mo. It means more than my words can express.
Thank you, Laura, for sponsoring this site.
"Mo," as we called her in high school, was my best friend. She was smart, creative, lots of fun and beautiful. In ninth grade we had a Sadie Hawkins costume dance where the girls got to ask the boys for a date. Mo made their costumes and they went as the Pillsbury Dough Boy and Girl! So cute! We were pretty good kids, but we had our antics (very innocent by today's standards!) where we usually got caught, anyway.
In our junior year, she moved from our town over to the next, which was only 10 miles away, but back in the 1970s, email was pure science fiction and our parents' incomes were too modest to pay for toll calls or trips back and forth, and Mo and I lost touch. Then one day in February 1977, we heard she was killed in a car accident. This was the first close death I had ever experienced and I took it very hard. Because I hadn't seen her for several months' prior to her death, I didn't believe she was gone and I was in denial for a long time before I could accept it.
I've dreamed of Mo often over the years. I feel it's her way of saying HI and keeping in touch. Actually, I had a dream of her last week and she is still that beautiful, sweetly mischievous teenage girl that she was. It's been 29 years since her death, and my eyes are tearing up now as I write this.
She was beautiful and she touched many people in her short 16 years on this earth. Thank you, everyone, so much for all your kind sentiments and flowers that you've left for Mo. It means more than my words can express.
Thank you, Laura, for sponsoring this site.
In our junior year, she moved from our town over to the next, which was only 10 miles away, but back in the 1970s, email was pure science fiction and our parents' incomes were too modest to pay for toll calls or trips back and forth, and Mo and I lost touch. Then one day in February 1977, we heard she was killed in a car accident. This was the first close death I had ever experienced and I took it very hard. Because I hadn't seen her for several months' prior to her death, I didn't believe she was gone and I was in denial for a long time before I could accept it.
I've dreamed of Mo often over the years. I feel it's her way of saying HI and keeping in touch. Actually, I had a dream of her last week and she is still that beautiful, sweetly mischievous teenage girl that she was. It's been 29 years since her death, and my eyes are tearing up now as I write this.
She was beautiful and she touched many people in her short 16 years on this earth. Thank you, everyone, so much for all your kind sentiments and flowers that you've left for Mo. It means more than my words can express.
Thank you, Laura, for sponsoring this site.
