Marilyn Grist
Nancy was my best friend growing up. She had everything I longed for in elementary school- freckles, a little sister, and a sweet dog named Sandy. I adored her parents. Her father was taciturn with a wry sense of humor and her mother was outrageously effervescent. In the summers, we played in our lake, went to the beach, and spent our weekends at the Community Center learning to dance. My very secret plan was to marry her older brother, Danny, and live in their house on Glencoe Road until I died.
As years went by, our paths diverged but we stayed in close touch until about five years ago. I will cherish the memories of “Life with Nance” and her big, adventurous personality and will be forever grateful for her friendship.