Your mom has returned to her teaching job at the high school. We can only imagine how difficult it must be for her to see so many young vibrant faces around her. She is so brave. On her first day back and within minutes of being here she was trying to figure out a way to help women in town who have lost spouses in the attack. She was attempting to connect Key Club to these women with the hope that members could mow a lawn, rake some leaves, do something to make their lives easier. What a mother you have. She misses you so. The pain is everywhere in her face. May a host of angels surround her always and may God's blessings in abundance shower her forever.
Barbara Fahey, friend
You were brave.
You remembered to call home and tell us that you loved us.
To be so scared and to still be so focused.
You are my hero.
You never judged; you always loved.
We dedicate Christmas Eve to you for you always made it so special.
You may be gone, but you'll never be forgotten.
Your spirit lives on in all of us.
Anne Marie Jarka-Hajjar, first cousin