Friday, September 4, 2009
I was an 8th grader in the stands at football games, watching my brother, John Hambrick, play. I was also admiring all the cheerleaders and twirlers.
I remember Mary Jo's dark hair, dark eyes, and broad smile and how beautiful I thought she was. I wanted to be just like her. I haven't seen her since high school, but I can still see her face in my memories.
I will be praying for her family.
