Katharina Greuel
Cyndy, when I think of you, I think of warmth, kindness, and a house that quietly became my home.
I was fortunate to spend a year with you as an exchange student, a year that has stayed with me ever since and shaped my life in so many ways.
I still smile when I think of our breakfasts. You loved your porridge. I really didn't, unless it came with generous amounts of Glenn's maple syrup. Today, I find myself smiling at the very same scene with my own daughter.
You were endlessly patient as I searched through my "Ponsi" (my thick dictionary) for the English words I couldn't yet find. And you also knew exactly when to be firm, making it very clear that the boys were not staying over after my birthday party. Looking back, I realize those moments were all part of the way you cared for me.
Thank you for opening your home - and your heart - to a young girl from Germany, and for making me feel that I belonged.
That year became part of who I am, and so did you. You have always been in my heart.

