Cheryl Lynn Billinger

As a very young child, I ate many breakfasts before school at Northwest, at her grandfather's and father's establishments. My father, Jack Clark, was friends with them both.

Cheryl and I were best friends all through grade school and junior high. She moved when we were in high school, and I felt her loss so keenly in those years. We moved in very different directions after high school, and never really connected again. I'll always remember her friendship, though, and her support of me as a friend.