Cari (Roller) Panitzke |
Annette Boyer |
My all-time favorite Stephanie story is from five years ago. I got a call from her one day asking if I could pick Ellie and Jack up from day care.
"Sure, do you have to work late or something?" I asked
"No," she said, "I just went into labor, and Dale's on assignment out of town."
No fuss, no milking the confinement to get a good night's sleep, even. Nor did she lose her equanimity after giving birth. When I brought the older kids to the clinic to pick her up the next day, she took one look at my disasterous attempts to wash the ice cream out of Jack's hair after a particularly ill-fated trip to Dairy Queen and burst out laughing.
To me, that was Steph in a nutshell - no reason to make a fuss about things that can't be helped. On the flip side, she pursued her passions with joyous abandon and shared them with unstinting generosity. My own mother gave up on my capacity to learn to dance shortly after my first recital at age six. Stephanie never gave up, insisting that my innate stiffness would be perfect for a box step.
There is no question that Stephanie died too soon. Young as she was, though, she had already achieved what we all aspire to - she made a difference in people's lives.
Amy Wendler Siegfried |
Aaron Roller |