Whiffle ball in the backyards, White Hen slushy runs, RFTC meet-ups, summer days at Schafer Lake and so many more memories flood my mind when I think of Conor. But no matter what we were doing in those days or whose house we were at, my most vivid memory of Conor is that he was always, truly and uniquely, himself. Quality or gift, his ability to always be Conor-kind, curious, interested, interesting, fun-loving, quirky, and joyful-made him a favorite amongst the Nowicki/Pacer/Sutton clan (especially with the parents who were quick to point out how we kids should be more like Conor). It saddens me to think about how rarely our paths had crossed since the days of summer breaks at the lake, but I am forever grateful for the time we shared and the memories of Conor that I get to keep.

Love, Luke Pacer