Friday, September 9, 2022
Sue was the first love of my life and I believe I was hers, circa 1976-77 when we were but mid-teens. CB radio days, Massachusetts, she talked of her brother, mother and fathe with respect and compassion. I spent two weeks getting a car working just to make the trip from Wemouth just to be with her. Poverty and distance made our relationship a forgone conclusion but I never forgot her beautiful spirit. Ten years later we talked again, her now in the Carolinas, fully adopting the accent and what southern living is. A perfect fit for who she was as I remember her, far better than Massachusetts. She will foever be in my heart as the first girl I kissed. Time has passed, but I have not forgotten my Sue-Babe.
In Loving memory,
Karl Boettcher.