SUZANNE AND MICHAEL 1968
The first time I ever saw Suzanne was when I walked into that classroom at the University of Missouri — a raw and ready guy straight out of the Marines. I was struck by those Irish-Danish looks. Her smile and hair and eyes knocked my socks off.
That was in 1967. Nothing has changed that way.
Our lives blended in the turbulent and wonderful 1960s and since those long ago days we have become one in so many ways. She inspires me, counsels me, and keeps me on course.
Once I tried to find the right words to describe how I feel about this woman. Then it struck me — I remembered being a little boy and coming downstairs at Christmas and seeing that tree. I recalled the tinsel, and gifts, and the candles and ribbons. That’s what it is like being with her — that is what it is like every time I’m off somewhere and come home or those times when I look up and she walks into the room. It all comes back full force and I‘m a kid again moving down those stairs and I’m seeing those lights. She still gives me that Christmas light feeling.
My Irish luck held when she came into my life.