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Thomas Wharton (1971 ) (1971)
I just got off the phone with Zigg. It's impossible to express my feelings on the loss of Jan. She'd recently moved to Atlanta and was looking forward to retirement and heading back to southern California. I'd hoped to meet with her before this happened, but it seems God had other plans. Glory to God. We are all saddened by her departure.
Jan was the girl I had my eyes on when I returned to the beach from Detroit in the summer of 1970. Willard, you remember, you were going with her at the time. I convinced you that she was too young for you, a freshman at the time, because we were entering our senior year and you should know better. As soon as you dropped her, I caught her and selfishly kept her by my side. I was pleased with myself and made no apologys. It was all about Jan. And you never let me forget it. Bless your heart.
The Grant family has suffered greatly this year, as have other familys. I want you all to know that I suffer with you. I share your pain of loss. But know this. We are humans. We are born to suffer the loss of our loved ones as we try to make our way through this thing called life. And we all know that one day we too must pay the ultimate price to live in this world, and we too will be missed. But God has a plan. Out of death comes everlasting life and it aint over 'till it's over. To the Grant family, I love you, I care about you and I feel your loss. May God wrap His arms around you, comfort you, edify you and one day, on that "Great Gittin' up mornin'", safely bring you home. Where we will all come together and participate in the greatest class reunion of all time.
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