Dear Kris and Wendy,
I was so saddened to hear about your father’s passing. Growing up, I always felt incredibly lucky to be your friend, and so many of my happiest childhood memories are tied to your family.
Your dad taught me how to ride a mini‑bike, took us on countless boat rides, and welcomed me into a home that was always full of fun—board games, swimming, laughter, and the kind of warmth that stays with you forever. My mom never bought hotdogs, but your dad loved them, so I always knew I’d get one at your house. It’s funny how those small things become such cherished memories.
I’ll never forget the time we went to the Fruitport Old Fashioned Days carnival. Your dad was like a kid himself, especially when it came to the games. At the ring toss, he realized I was good at landing the rings around the pop bottles— you got to take the bottle of pop as your prize, but I’ve never liked soda. Once he figured out that my aim meant he’d get all the pop, he got so excited and bought me a bunch of tickets. Everyone cheered me on, and he went home with bags of giant pop bottles, grinning ear to ear. I had fun throwing rings, and he had his treasure. It was a perfect win‑win.
Your home was always full of adventure, and your dad’s laugh and smile made every outing feel special. I always loved being included in your family’s plans.
I’m sending you so much love. I hope the many beautiful memories you have of your parents bring you comfort and peace in the days ahead. Hugs!
Laura Davila (Higginbotham)