Michele
Homer was my friend. Almost everyone, including his family, called him Hop or Hoppie, I did not. I always called him Homer, mainly because it is such an elegant name, and one that comes from ancient history. Homer was my college friend, though we attended the same church in upstate NY for all of our growing up years. He was 4 years younger than I, so growing up it made enough of a difference that we were rarely in the same place or school at the same time. As adults, it made no difference at all. We shared the same love of literature, namely sci-fi and fantasy, and we shared our books with each other. When we were home for college breaks, we also went out to movies and a snack afterwards, with his brother Colin and my sister Missy; it was always so nice to be able to de-stress with friends. When our college breaks were over, we went back to school but we wrote letters back and forth. He was a wonderful friend, and I will never forget his kindness, his intelligence, his ready wit, his beautiful, intelligent velvet-brown eyes, and his wide, ready smile. I was lucky to have known him at all, let alone to be privileged to call him my friend.
~ Michele E. Sikkenga Galvin
