Dear Mrs. Fettig,
I am beside myself hearing the news of Mr. Fettig's passing. From our first meeting circa 1985, at the best pond party I've attended in my 38 years, I could tell he and I were going to be friends. I genuinely treasured each time I was able to see the two of you over the years. I hold close the memories from those sadly too-short, too-infrequent visits. During one, at one of your parties, Mr. Fettig corrected a misunderstanding of mine: No, adding ever more dry vermouth to a martini does not make it ever drier. This lesson alone has gotten me through a surprising number of life's little challenges. Couple that with everything you taught me in Second Grade, and I can safely say that I learned almost everything worth knowing from the two of you: live a little, laugh a lot, and love above all else.
I love you both. I will miss him too. I will be in touch soon.
All my love,