Dear PIC (Partner In Crime),

I know we didn't start off on the right foot, what with you being my 1st through 4th grade teacher and all. Man, those were some tough times.

And I apologize that you had to listen to me plunk away on the piano once a week for five years. You tried your best to make me a pianist extraordinaire, but I think I was born without the music gene.

I couldn't have asked for a better PIC. The inventory days may have been long and hard, especially when you work for such a strict boss ( love you, mom!), but we made it through together, one crime at a time. I think we spent more time laughing than we did working. After all, that's what a good PIC is for, right?

You were also a great friend, not only to me, but to my family and to the other students that you taught. You attended our graduations and other family events long after finishing 4th grade which is way more than anyone could have expected from their elementary school teacher. I hope my children have teachers half as good as you.

I never thought that when I spent Christmas Eve with you in the hospital a couple of years ago, it would be the last time we would spend time together here on earth.

Hopefully, we will be able to spend more time together in heaven. Please, put in a good word for me.

I'll be missing you!