Our fathers worked together for many years at FMC in Princeton, New Jersey, so they drove together every day. Because of that bond, Debbie and I were “friends”. She was always very kind to me and she had an incredibly warm smile. At the 40th Reunion, we sat together talking about our fathers and their challenges. Then I asked her how she was coping with maturity and she said she was struggling with cancer, and it didn’t look promising. She was very candid about it and seemed to want to talk about it with a familiar face, so we spent most of the evening together on that boat. She said metastasis had progressed to the point that she wouldn’t make it to the next reunion and I was amazed how well she was able to hold things together. I knew I would probably never see her again and I felt so helpless. She was always so warm and friendly; it just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t a mean and nasty person get it , instead, and leave Debbie with us. She never hurt a soul. She was kind and generous. She was the kind of person who could get you out of a down mood by simply smiling at you. When she died, the world lost a beautiful person. Every memory I have of her was uplifting. Maybe that’s the best we can all hope for in this life. If others can say their memory of us was always uplifting, I think the world would be a much better place. I miss Debbie and her kindness and her warm smile. I think everyone that knew her had a similar feeling. She was simply special. Richard Robertson
Richard Robertson
Our fathers worked together for many years at FMC in Princeton, New Jersey, so they drove together every day. Because of that bond, Debbie and I were “friends”. She was always very kind to me and she had an incredibly warm smile. At the 40th Reunion, we sat together talking about our fathers and their challenges. Then I asked her how she was coping with maturity and she said she was struggling with cancer, and it didn’t look promising. She was very candid about it and seemed to want to talk about it with a familiar face, so we spent most of the evening together on that boat. She said metastasis had progressed to the point that she wouldn’t make it to the next reunion and I was amazed how well she was able to hold things together. I knew I would probably never see her again and I felt so helpless. She was always so warm and friendly; it just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t a mean and nasty person get it , instead, and leave Debbie with us. She never hurt a soul. She was kind and generous. She was the kind of person who could get you out of a down mood by simply smiling at you. When she died, the world lost a beautiful person. Every memory I have of her was uplifting. Maybe that’s the best we can all hope for in this life. If others can say their memory of us was always uplifting, I think the world would be a much better place. I miss Debbie and her kindness and her warm smile. I think everyone that knew her had a similar feeling. She was simply special. Richard Robertson