Debbie was a friend of our family. My mother and she were good friends. When I was 23, I went to California dreaming of being a TV comedy writer. Ha! I was a houseguest in her Beverly Hills home in 1968. I will always remember everyone glued to the news of Robert Kennedy’s assassination. It was a traumatic time. I was in Hollywood, the ultimate limbo land, feeling like the Benjamin Braddock character in The Graduate film. The Vietnam War was escalating. Debbie helped me become an intern for TV host, writer, comedian, musician, Steve Allen, a role model of mine. I will always be grateful for her thoughtfulness and friendship; she was a positive influence on the path I eventually followed in becoming a photojournalist. Her passing one day after Carrie, who I remember as a precocious, cute, funny, easy going 14-year-old-going-on-20 girl, is a beautiful blessing in that she didn’t have to continue living with grief. Debbie will always be part of my life. Blessings to you both.