I guess you could call Barbara our "group mom" during my senior year of high school. You know, the cool mom who would let us party at her house. When I say party, though, I mean just hang out and be noisy and stay up really late, having fun. She'd rather we did it there, where she could keep an eye on us, than go off somewhere else and get into real trouble. That alone qualifies her for sainthood! But, she was more than just a group mom to me. She was just as much a friend to me as Tom or Denise were. When I went off to college, she and I wrote each other letters and had long conversations on the phone. I spent many hours hanging out with her without Tom or Denise, either at their house or at the Corner Shop. We often talked about Denise's judgement in boyfriends or what Tom was up to, but we also opened up to each other about our own lives, fears, doubts, and concerns. She always called me one of her kids, but she always treated me as a peer. That is what I'll always treasure about Barbara, and it is an example that I've tried to follow with the high school kids that I have had the privilege of mentoring the past few years. Barbara's gift was connecting to people one-on-one, knowing why they were uniquely special, and building relationships based on mutual trust, respect, and generousity. I never doubted that she loved me, and she never doubted that about me. I will remember her always, and her spirit will be with us always through the lives that she touched and, in turn, through the lives that we touch.##imported-begin##John Burkhardt##imported-end##