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I hate getting these in memory emails. Afraid to open them to see who we lost.
This is really sad. 61 is too young. Dam Covid strikes again.
Always had a crush on Brenda in high school and even got up the nerve to ask her out but she politley said no. 
RIP Brenda and condolences to the family.

It always hits hard to see a classmate has passed, knew them well or not.  Brad was among the best of us.  A classy,  calm,  genuine guy.  First met in 7th grade band. Last time I saw him was so long ago,  but remember it very well.  Ran into him somewhere,  and a friend of mine and I dragged him along with us to shoot pool at the Blue Dolphin in Columbia Twp or Olmsted wherever it was. I know he wasn't comfortable with being there,  how much we were drinking.  But he enjoyed the pool and we talked probably til the place closed.  He was the same.  Just a good man. I have no doubt he made a huge difference in the lives of many.

Hey Scott! Hope to see you at the reunion!! I have had a very ruff year as my husband passed away last June! Please come and bring the old gang with you!! All the Best Barbara

I lived a few blocks from S&Ms and Farris and I were friends in kindergarten and the first few grades at Fairwood. I remember, during the Six Day War in 1967, he and I joking about being an Arab and a Jew and friends. We used to play in his room above the store. We fell out of touch in later years, but I always thought fondly on him, and his parents. So long ago now...

Yeah, I had to have my daughter use her Facebook to see it also.
Unfortunatley I won't be able to attend but I may place a call to the "Man" during the festivities to speak to some of you guys.

I was friends with Paul in Fairwood School. It was so long ago, all I remember is him and ... Rusty Perry coming over to sleep in the Shed -- really a tight, two story A frame building my father built in the backyard, with a storage area on the first floor and a ladder that went, via a secret hatch, into a clubhouse on the second. I remember staying up late, and candy was involved, and the three of us explored the neighborhood at night. There was something thrilling in being 12 and being out in the middle of the night, in the empty subdivision, and your parents not knowing. We went to junior high and drifted apart. But I always remember that sleepover, and when I'd pass Paul in the hall, we'd say hey to each other, since we were pals.

I'm sorry to hear about his passing, and my condelensces to all who knew and loved him. 

When I moved to Berea in fourth grade of course all the guys had established patterns and friendships.  I remember vividly trying to join in to football recess the first day.  I was the smallest guy out there and nobody picked me for sides.  Paul had obviously been one of the leaders and quarterbacks.  I kind of drifted on to his team.  I had never met him before,  and the first play he threw me the ball.   That  was him.