So funny that Nona’s name should come up today. She was my high school English teacher at Wilmington Friends. My mom remembers her as one of the first teachers that mentioned me looking into a career in public relations. I will always remember her as one of my most kind, caring, and diligent teachers.
Nona and I recently became friends on Facebook and then, in the small world that the eastern seaboard is, Ken and I ran into her and her husband at IKEA last week. I hadn’t seen Nona since the day I graduated in 1997, but I would have recognized her anywhere.