At least one teacher who believed in you.
At least one teacher who thought you were everything you thought you could be - and then some.
For Momma, that teacher was Gerri B. Fiedler. And today was Mrs. Fiedler's memorial service.
Momma first met Mrs. Fiedler in the spring of 1979. Momma had a crush and started hanging around the journalism room at Coronado High School in Scottsdale, Arizona.
The crush faded in time, but her love of writing and photography grew and was nurtured under Frau Fiedler's
All Momma really needed to know she learned in Gerri Fiedler's classes.
This was "old school" journalism: Typewriters, 35mm cameras, darkrooms, carbon paper, newsprint, rubber cement, pica poles, late nights, early mornings, deadlines, pizza.
Frau Fiedler was always there, whether it was 6 a.m. or midnight.
Mrs. Fiedler was always there.
It has been 34 years since Momma graduated from high school, but Momma never forgot Frau Fiedler and Frau never forgot Momma - or any of her kids.
Momma would call her every now and then to share life events. Frau Fielder would call every now and then - especially after seeing Momma's byline.
She was always so proud of her kids.
Frau Fiedler was always there for her kids.
And now she's not.
We'll see you again at the great newsroom in the sky.
Feb. 21, 1930 - April 29, 2016