Anne-Marie Katemopoulos Obituary, Death – Anne-Marie Katemopoulos of Abraham Lincoln High School has sadly passed away. My friend Anne-Marie Katemopoulos, with whom I sang in the choral group at Lincoln High School for 13 years, passed away yesterday night, which makes it a very sad day.
We built a strong choral program together that continued long after I went to West Valley College. Tens of thousands of lives, including mine and my children’s, were directly impacted by her. AMK has cared for her sister for the past five years, but in actuality, she has cared for everyone she has ever encountered. Whether she was chastising a pupil or joking with them, she always acted with kindness and compassion.
A rehearsal of a song that AMK had written with the choirs and bands and adapted from the Stephen Sondheim song “For Good” from the show Wicked was a welcome surprise AMK gave me as I left Lincoln in 2005. Along with forcing me to stand in front of the stage as our children performed for me, she also allowed me to choose a flower from an endless row of flowers. In the most lovely ways, it killed me.
I thus exchange these songs for my dear friend because I have also had amazing AND good improvement.
It seems like it was, the idea that people come into our lives for a cause. giving us a message to remember
We keep going. To those who have been most supportive of our expansion. If we permit them. In return, they assist us.
Yet I’m not sure if I believe it to be real. Yet I am conscious of my current identity. just because I was aware of you like a comet’s orbit was being pulled from it. The sun is moving through. The route of a watercourse around a rock
in the heart of a forest. Who am I to judge whether or not my modifications have improved the situation? But
just because I was aware of you. My character has significantly changed. It is doable. that we won’t cross paths again
inside of this life. But before we part ways, allow me to say this:
I have plenty. use the information I learned from you. You’re accompanying me. a handprint left on my heart
Today, whatever our tales develop. I am aware that you changed yours. By becoming my friend. comparable to the blowing free of a ship from its mooring. owing to the sea breeze. as though a bird had thrown a seed into the atmosphere. In a distant wood. Who am I to judge whether or not my modifications have improved the situation? But. just because I was aware of you. My character has significantly changed. Blessed are you, Anne-Marie. There is no one more deserving.