Patty Mcquaid Von Griebel
Suki and I met in 1st grade. I can't begin to count how many sleep-overs I had at your house, playing in the barn, climbing the huge chestnut trees in the front yard, laying in my sleeping bag on the living room floor staring up at the beautiful light fixture Mr. Price made, laughing myself to sleep. Mrs. Karen never seemed to mind having an extra kid or two hanging around all weekend. I saw Suki last at Jared's concert in July, but didn't have time to talk very long. Said I'd call her soon. We'd get together soon. My heart goes out to you all. I will miss her.

