Fond Memories

I grew up with the Pearce family, and have so many fond memories. I especially remember choir practice every Fri afternoon. Jonathan was our director, and taught me how to sing in harmony, and the discipline of following a conductor. He gave me an appreciation for the symphony, for poetry, and for order. He had a strong silence that everyone respected.

Although he was our principle in High School, he took the time to seek me out one day when our family was in crisis. He didn't say a word. He just gently grabbed my hand and held it for a moment, to let me know he cared. I doubt he ever really knew how much that meant to me, but I will never forget it. Thank you for all you did for our family, and thank you, Mia, for the beautiful plates of fruit you would deliver to our doorstep on Sunday afternoons. 

I am so sorry for your loss, and hope you find comfort in the kind words you will read about such a wonderful man. I know you are so thankful to have Marika and Maki close by to comfort you. God Bless.

~Dawn Ortiz