I'm still wondering around waiting for my turn to rest in peace. Watch over me my friend and know that I will always love you.

I pray you are at peace and are happy in your new world. Soon I will transition and we will see one another again and rejoice.
I love you my friend.

Oh, where do I start, my life is getting harder as I age. There is a severe lack of compassion and respect from one to another. The violence and uncertainty with each day.
Pray for me in that I may grasp onto whatever knowledge I need because my life has gone so wrong. I too want to graduate to a higher level and be among the one's that matter, that go on to a new and bright future. Your always, and will always be alive in me. Not one day goes by without you in it.

Myra, the Kimberly High School Class of 71 are remembering you and other classmates at our 50th class reunion June 26, 2021.  RIP Myra

Happy Birthday my special friend. I cannot see you but I know you fly amounts the angels in the universe. You are still very much alive in me and always will be.
All my love,
Kimberly. Xxoo

I miss you my friend. I can't believe you didn't listen to me and you went anyway. I have been waiting since that fateful week for you to return.
I want to wish you a Happy 68th Birthday. And to tell you that I carry you in my heart always.

The world was much more kinder and sweeter when you were here.
We are suffering the worst of times with a disease called COVID 19. And it's turned into a pandemic. You would have been heavily involved working for the pharmacy.
You haven't missed anything for each year people become more distant from one another and it seems as though every five years we suffer another disease that takes thousands and thousands of lives.
I can't wait to see you again to soar the heavens. Please don't forget me as it is you I will look to for guidance to the other side. Soon..

A mighty wind blew night and day it stole the Oak tree's leaves away
Then broke its
bough and bend its bark until the Oak stood tired and stark.
The tired wind gave up and spoke
"How can you still be standing, Oak?
You stood strong and held your ground while other tree's fell all around.
The Oak said, " I know that you can break each branch of mine in two
bend my bough and make me sway
But I have roots deep in this earth growing stronger since my birth you'll never touch them for you see they are the deepest part of me.
Until today I wasn't sure of just how much I could endure
But now I know , thanks to you, I'm stronger than I ever knew.
I love you still, forever and ever my dearest of friends. You are alive in me, vividly.

Happy Birthday my friend. All to often I see you and wonder how good your life would have been. So full of love, happiness, hope, and success. Taken to soon and cut short of a life you were just beginning. If only you had declined in attending class reunion that year. I can still see you waving from the plane window. I miss you so much. I love you.

Hello my dear Myra,
After all these years of not hearing a thing about you, the company that handles your retirement plan sent me a letter asking for any information I might know in getting in touch with your immediate family. Your retirement plan has matured since you would have been 65 this year and they are unable to find anyone to receive the money. After I gave your mother permission to bury you in my dragon dress and scarab ring I never heard from her again. Lord knows I could use the money. I don't even know if you listed any beneficiaries, it sure is needed now.
I don't know how to respond to the letter.
I'm rather bewildered that after 39 years
this company gets in touch with me about you. How on earth did they know that we were connected in 1977? And how on earth
did they know my name and address?
Was it you Myra? Did you guide them to me
so I could collect your retirement? Send me a sign, let me know what to do. As I helped you when you were at your lowest time and struggling, you could return the desperately needed favor. That would be my testimony that your spirit is still alive, there is a heaven, and you still love me as much as you did then unconditionally - ignoring all my faults.
I miss my friend. If I could erase the horrific events of August 7th, 1977 I would do it in a minute. The events of that day changed my life forever. I will talk to you soon. I promise.
All my Love and Devotion! Forever.

My sister, my friend. All of you have gone and left me. Mom, Dad and you. How I miss you everyday and wonder what you'd be doing today if you had lived. My birthday is next week. I miss the fuss you would have made if you were alive. Tell Mom and Dad I'll be home soon with all of you. Together in the Lords loving arms.

For year's I have been unable to search the archives to find out what happened that horrible night in Wisconsin. I remember seeing your smiling face of excitement as you went aboard the plane. I read your card's and told you to postpone the trip; that I saw you and five other friend's in a horrific accident, and that no one would come out of it alive. But you didn't believe in the cards and you ignored my premanitions Your excitement for class reunion was much stronger Since your death I have not read the cards for anyone else. I can not accept the fact that you are gone my friend. You were a sweetheart and so close to graduation from pharmacology school. I often wonder how my life would have turned out. You and I. You were good for me.. I will always hold memories of you alive, in my heart so that you can live on through me. I'll be back soon. All my Love to you still...

Wisconsin
Fond Du Lac Commonwealth Reporter 1977 August 29 Page 12

Dunn County Authorities report that on August 1st Mrs. Jean Schmitt , 25.of Pepin and five other persons visiting her were fatally injured about 2 a.m. Sunday when their car collided with an Eau Claire teenager's car on Wisconsin Highway 85 during a rainfall. Killed with. Mrs. Schmitt, 25, of Fond Du Lac were
Jo Beth Process, 24. of Oshkosh
Myra Bruss, 24, of Kaukauna
Susan Tomazevic, 25, of Kaukauna
Lee Schwallenberg, 25, of Appleton and
Sanja Anderson, 25, of Oshkosh

Authorities said the victims were traveling to Mrs. Schmitt's home during a heavy rain storm when their vehicle went head on and rolled several times ejecting the victims from the vehicle and that no seat belts were worn by any of the victims. The teenager in the oncoming vehicle survived the crash and was transported to the county hospital and that he was wearing his seat belt which contributed to the fact that he was the only one to survive Jo Beth Process was driving the vehicle with the fatalities.
Drugs and alchohol did not contribute to this accident as they found no trace of it in any of the victims

Associated Press

Your still in my heart and mind, there you are still alive. HAPPY NEW YEAR !

There are two dates in all our lives. The beginning and the end., but it's that dash in between them that counts....

Today is your birthday and sometimes when I sit back and think of you I can't help but wonder where you and I would be today. I know your in a much better place that illiminates pain, fear and tears. I know now you are among the family of lights and I will join you someday.You never came back, and I've never gotten over that.I regret having read your cards before you left. I miss you.....

One day in sunny San Francisco we met . You were 24 and I 22. We both struggling youth out for the first time on our own. You from Kaukauna Wisconsin me from Rumford Maine. We decided it would be better to share an apartment. We had no problem moving in with each other since we both had very little to our names. You worked as a pharmacy technician and I work at Mills Memorial Hospital .

You asked me what was it I saw. I told you the number 7. On the 7th day of the 8th month 7 people will died and one would be you. You didn't believe me so August 4th you flew to Wisconsin. I waved as your plane departed. Them on 8/8/1977 your mother called and told me I was right on the penny. And I've never ever been so sorry in my life my friend. I miss you, I always will. RIP Myra

It was a match made in the stars. When we could afford it we'd paint the town. We both loved Foster City and every thing seemed to be just perfect until you told me you would be going home to celebrate class reunion. You couldn't wait to tell your Mom how wonderful things had turned out. But the impending doom I saw for you was hard to hide. A preminition I regret to this very day.