Vicky passed away in the 80's, leaving behind
a husband and 2 small children.
I knew Vicky from early childhood, before school.
I can remember playing together from that early age. My last memory
of her was from a few years after high school. I was a roady for one
of Al Schlackers bands, in a bar in Manhattan getting the equipment
set up for that nights performance. I looked up, and there was Vicky.
I had been feeling pretty bad that night, but the moment I saw her I
cheered up, and didn't feel bad at all. I went over and talked to her
for a few minutes. We both had work to do, so we couldn't talk long,
but it was just like old times, always a smile and a kind word. That
was very important to a schmuk like me.
All the pretty girls hung out together in high
school, and they all turned their noses up at us guys (me) when we tried
to talk with them or hang out with them. They were all interested in
older guys, or guys from other schools, anyone except their classmates.
All, except Vicky. She would always talk to me. Always had a smile for
me and a few kind words. I wish I'd told her how much I appreciated
that.
I was working in Shorewood with her brother Darrin
when I found out she was ill. I couldn't believe it. I just couldn't
believe it. How could such a beautiful person, just starting a family,
get sick like that? What was our Father thinking? I kept asking Darrin
if he was sure, if it was the girl I had grown up with, if it was true.
He had gotten a little irked with me, understandably so. Sorry Darin.
I just couldn't believe it. Still can't.
I will remember this beautiful girl and all the
kindness she showed me for the rest of my life an beyond.