Warm Summer Sun
Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here,
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.
By Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
The Poetry Foundation
Dear Chris, Laurie's boys, and her family,
I am so sad to hear of Laurie's passing and I am deeply sorry for your loss. I know you will all miss her very much. My heart drops for you and your pain.
I have the fondest, fun-est and happiest memories of Laurie. We first met when we were both Tri Delt pledges living in the Tri Delt house. We shared the back bedroom and were excited about the new adventures that we about to embark upon - especially the ones with our new neighbors, the boys in the Phi Delt house.
I remember Laurie coming home from her first date with a handsome Phi Delt who drove a cool muscle car. We stayed up late and talked for a long time about Chris. She was excited and glowing, thinking about the possibilities...the rest is history.
Mostly, I remember Laurie's friendship. She was a great friend, a wonderful listener, and very fun! We share a lot of memories during that time in our lives and I'm so glad to have known her. She had a heart a gold that was evident to all who knew her. Thinking back to some of the sillier things (like maybe, possibly, I might have sneaked in her cupboard and eaten chips ahoy cookies without asking...) I can still hear her laughter...