Out of countless memories, all warm and fuzzy, one stands out as I’ve been reflecting on all things Laura. This was before she ever decided to go to school, to be a psychotherapist, but it showed how much she knew the human condition and loved others. She was born for it. We thoroughly enjoyed having the Font Hill Trinders down to Conneaut Lake, PA in the summer. It became normalcy, and a hi-light of the year. Tubing on the boat, morning dock coffees (Lor’s fave) and Hanks frozen custard. It was bliss. We often spent time hanging out on the back porch chatting, drinking Ryan’s craft beverages, or eating burnt pretzels covered in strong orangey red cheese. One of these occasions Lor and I were chatting because I was going through a challenging relationship and wasn’t sure what to do. She listened on a biblical level, slow to speak quick to listen. It felt like she captured every word and knew exactly where you were in that moment. Empathy comes short in describing that trait she so magically possessed. She gave me advice that I held on to and used to make a very important decision. It was something I didn’t know, hadn’t considered, and from that point on allowed me to life to the fullest. That was Lor. She cared so deeply for others and made you feel so special in every interaction. I will miss those chats, those morning coffees, and that cute laugh with the nose crinkle. Every Trinder hangout won’t be the same. However she will always live on through her beautiful girls. She was an angel taken from us too soon. Rest In Peace, you deserve it Lor.