Dearest Joanne — The years I spent in school growing up with you, seeing your smiling face every day, are years that I’ll always remember. We may not have been the closest of friends, but you were one of the people I always looked for at the start of each school year. If I saw you, I knew that it would be a good year.
As you precede us into that next great Adventure, just know that when I get there myself, I’ll seek you out , because I know you’ll have mastered Heaven as flawlessly as you mastered grade school, junior high, and high school, and all those post-Los Gatos years when I saw you only at our reunions.
All my love to you, Joanne. I wish for you freedom: from pain, from want, from need, from sorrow. And I wish you the joy of discovery of the great Next. May there always be a Next!