I met Debbie in 1975, when we were both working on 2A at Utah Valley Hospital. We immediately became fast friends. My mind and heart are full of beautiful memories with Debbie. I will mention a few, beginning with some that reach way back: When we both had our first child, we took them with us in their little infant carriers in which they sat while we learned to construct leaded glass as a potential job--a job which neither of us got, but we had fun trying together. Around the same time period, Debbie and I put the same two babies in her car, and drove to Salt Lake, where she introduced me to her Great-uncle Ezra Taft Benson, then of the Quorum of the Twelve. Such an honor and privilege. Afterward we went to Bratton's for a lunch of crab. We got up before dawn, another time, to deliver the care packages we had made for Thanksgiving. It never occurred to us that we were just "poor enough" ourselves to merit a care package, but it was always Debbie's mindset to serve and to give. Over the years, we sewed clothes for our children together, cleaned a new church building, drove to California together with babies in tow to deliver a car to her sister, then flew home, met countless times for a gab session and a salad bar dinner at the Sizzler in Provo, chatted on the phone, and met from time to time as our families grew, and circumstances changed. Always so much to talk about, and things of the heart to share. Debbie inspired, uplifted, and taught me--just by being herself. I was a new member of the Church when we met, and I determined right away that she was the paragon of a woman in Zion that I wanted to emulate. She was happy, truthful, candid, funny, generous, trusting, faithful, and a host of other positive adjectives that could fill a book. She was beautiful and genuine. She loved people, served them, and charmed everyone. She was smart, and never afraid to declare her faith in Jesus Christ, and in His gospel. Through Debbie, and open declarations that she was "repenting of this or that," I realized that repenting is a daily, hopeful, joyful thing. I loved her openness and the hope, joy, and vibrancy for life she always manifested. She was one-of-a-kind, and a true and loving friend. The last time I saw her, we spent a week together as she was in the midst of her heart issues, after the cancer had done its worst, during the time shortly before she married Dave. We had a friendship that spanned fifty wonderful years, but that, in truth, will last forever. I love you, Debbie, and look forward with joy to the day we will meet again! God bless and keep you. Love forever. Cynthy