She was my “Mama Deb.” Whether it was over a Miller Lite at the Royal…or playing golf in Canadian Lakes…she kind of became a mom for me. We talked about losing my mom to cancer when I was 28 years old…and she just got it. She also had this way of digging at what bothered me…and getting me to talk about it. It wasn’t so much that she was a therapist- as it was she understood where I needed maternal guidance…
My fondest memory was golfing at the Pines- and I was playing with my stepdaughter Layla. We met up with Deb and John…and immediately Deb said, “John- you go ride with Matt. I’m playing with my baby girl and we are going to bond!” We had an amazing time and I appreciate the fact that Deb knew that this moment with my stepdaughter meant a lot to me…and she wanted to have a part of our lives.
I love you Mama Deb…and thank you for being that person I didn’t know I needed- but you stepped in to do it. (I’ll keep my eye on Johnny…he’s that dad I still need too!) 😢🥲
-Matty