The words we are going to aunt Susan's house when I was growing up was always a happy one because I knew that we would have a blast with everyone from the pool parties learning to play washers and water volleyball or just to hangout with you Brittany and Casey. will never forget the love u gave to me and my siblings making me those awesome wicked sandwiches after a long swim I'll love u forever and tell stories about u often rip aunt Susan 

Our escapades in high school and college summers were bookended by your mom.

She would always bemusedly listen to what half-baked plans we had made with Map Quest printouts taped to the steering wheel of Janet (that rudely voiced Civic), tell us to be safe each time we went clubbing, let us take over the kitchen when you taught me how to cook so I didn’t starve sophomore year, all while listening to me fawn over her plumerias. When we’d come back home, she was always there, at the end of our adventure, to ask how it all went, knowing full well we were leaving parts out.

I think one of the measures of a person is those they leave behind to miss them when they’re gone. Most among those, Susan leaves behind a husband who is one of the gentlest, strongest, most steadfast men I have ever met, and she leaves behind a daughter who is courageous, nurturing, and a light that makes everyone around her better by being near her. There can be no higher praise for a life lived and loved than drawing and making that kind of company.

Know that you both are loved and cared for as you grieve, and that you are not alone in this or in anything.

With love always,
Jack