Who can say where the road goes, Where the day flows? Only time... And who can say if your love grows, As your heart chose? Only time... (interlude - no lyrics) Who can say why your heart sighs, As your love flies? Only time... And who can say why your heart cries, When your love dies? Only time... (interlude - no lyrics) Who can say when the roads meet, That love might be, In your heart. And who can say when the day sleeps, If the night keeps all your heart? Night keeps all your heart... (long interlude - no lyrics) Who can say if your love grows, As your heart chose? Only time... And who can say where the road goes, Where the day flows? Only time... Who knows? Only time... Who knows? Only time...
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Laila Maenpaa was my classmate from Richland High's graduating class of 1976. Here's the tribute that I wrote for her in the RHS Alumni Sandstorm: Laila Anneli Maenpaa passed away on December 5th, 2001 after a long battle with cancer. She lived in Kennewick with her husband, Lee Armsfield. Like many of you, I have read the Alumni Sandstorm for news of fellow '76ers from Col-Hi. I am not ashamed to admit that one of the people I kept hoping to see show up in the pages of e-mails that I have scanned over the years was Laila. I lost track of her after she went off to college, and always wondered where she was and what kind of life she made for herself. From her obituary in the Tri-City Herald, I can see that she had a very gratifying and happy existence here on earth. I am saddened that I learned of her death at the same time that I discovered that she still lived here in the Tri-Cities. My prayers are with her husband and family at this terrible time. I remember Laila as the blonde beauty who sat across from me in Gerry Labrecque's class in 1976. When we studied together or just visited during class breaks, she was always smiling in her benevolent, closed-mouth style. She was quiet, unassuming, good-hearted and treated everyone the same from the "jocks" to the "stoners". Mr. Labrecque could get her to giggle with his funny remarks, and I was smitten. When she traveled back to Finland, she sent me a couple of post cards from Tampere, where she told me about the trip and the local practice of boiling one's self in the heat of a Finnish sauna, and then the icy plunge into a freezing lake after. I will never forget the blush she displayed when my I revealed to her, in my quintessential high school nerd modus operandi, that I was the "Big C" who sent her a card from "an anonymous admirer." Was 1976 really that long ago? It doesn't seem like it. Anybody who remembers Laila as fondly as I do should attend who Memorial Service December 16th at noon at the Pasco Teamster's Hall. Laila Anneli Maenpaa - you will be fondly remembered and sorely missed. -James Wilson ('76)
James C. Wilson
Richland, Washington 99352