I remember the first time I met her. We must have both been 11 or 12. I walked into my Sunday school class and she was sitting there - a tiny, adorable girl with huge eyes and beautiful perfectly flipped hair. Then I remember the last time I saw her. I had come for a visit with Kathie Miller and gone to school that day with her (about 1968?). I saw Denise across the parking lot - but I didn't get the opportunity that day to talk to her. I have many fond memories of her.
