From Nancy Corsa

Dear Tom,
Memories of Barbara come and go like waves. I find myself thinking
more of you and you without her. I made plane reservations so that I
could be part of the gathering on Easter. I wanted to be with all of
you. Instead I have the flu and find it exhausting just to let the dog
out. With a foot of snow where yesterday there was none and an
unstoppable cough I know I won't be on a plane tomorrow morning. I'll
miss being with all of you.

I was happy to find the BarbaraSuczekwakeblog, the photo of Barbara in
the wisteria and the one next to it of your parents walking together.
I have never known another couple whose togetherness I could imagine
apart. When Sucz went from being sick, to sicker and then into
Heatherwood perhaps it was a softening of what was to come. The last
memory I have of Sucz was the sign outside his doorway at Heatherwood
- Sooch, and from the hallway hearing Barbara asking him for a hug,
and then saying "you can do better than that.!"....I couldn't hear his
words but there was a Sucz chuckle (the kind reserved for
Barbara)...an endearing smile of a sound.

Barbara wearing a flowing skirt, wonderfully upright, tossing her
beautiful head of white hair...dipping below the wisteria on her way
to the front door. I will always see her that way. She looked equally
stunning in blue jeans and a fly fishing hat on our trip to the Wind
River Range in Wyoming. The same trip that Barbara and Sucz took Katie
and me into their dry tent during a wild lighting storm when our tent
had become flooded. They fed us brandied figs.

I will miss Barbara's beautiful tiny handwriting that will no longer
greet me when I go for the mail.
I share your sadness. I have so many incredible memories. I'm sorry
that I can't be there to hear yours.
Love, Nan