Lorna Darlene Knight Lewczyk

I thought maybe it might maybe get easier. It just gets harder. I've swallowed it, but whenever I think of you the tears come easily.

I love you.

I miss you.

It wasn't easy having Christmas without you. Just another day, huh?
I love you. Very, very much. Merry Christmas, Baby. I love you.

Thanksgiving has come and gone. I think about how much fun we always had making our dinner, watching football, being with each other. Thought the holiday season was going to be pretty empty. It is, I won't lie. But thoughts of you will get me through it. I love you, Darlene. I always will.

I'm doing what I can Baby. It's been almost a month now. You know I've been writing you every day, and I'll continue to do so.

There's just so many people who never got the chance to meet you, to experience Darlene and all you have to offer.

God must have wanted you on staff awfully bad. I thought we had so much more time.

I love you Baby, I always will. And I miss you so much. You know I could write volumes here - but you and I know. That's pretty well all that matters....

You remember--there was a crowd of us. Garden City girls and Port Wentworth girls ... who shared good times and bad times growing up around there in the 70s. We managed to make it through school and family every day by doing it our own way (even though it didn’t always make our lives easy), and when we could, we decked out in our finest to go to rock concerts and hang out at football games ... even if it meant having to change clothes and put on makeup at someone else’s house after we left...

Please accept my heartfelt condolence.

Bunny