My fondest memory of Mr. Walsh was at the lakehouse in New Hampshire. We'd load the van to come home, get everyone in, start it up and Mr. Walsh would run down and dive into the lake. He'd swim for a minute or two and then change in the house, lock it up, and hang his black speedo by the side view mirror to dry. We've been going to Lake George for the last 10 years and every time we're about to pull out, I think of him and go say goodbye to the lake. Thank you for many wonderful years of laughs, hugs and caring Mr. Walsh. I spent so much time with you and your family and you always made me feel like I was part of the family. Rest in Peace.
Mr Walsh- oh how I loved this man. He was my math teacher in high school and to say he impacted my life is an understatement of the grandest kind. I’d say he more accurately saved my life. I’ve never met a more joyous, happy, selfless person in my life. I used to sit in his classroom during lunch reading the paper just to be in his presence because he was, to me, the father I didn’t have. I’m sure he must have figured that out- why would a 16 yr old kid spend their lunch period sitting in a room with a 40 yr old teacher- but he was so respectful of people’s needs he never asked. He was just there.
40 years later he is still in my thoughts. I connected with him about a decade ago- of course he talked of his kids, grandchildren, golf, and invited me to visit. I wish I had. Now I find that he has passed. If anyone sees this I want you to know that Pat, your husband was a class act. So we’re you- I met you once in Rockville Center. If his kids see it, I loved your dad- he was such an amazing person who loved so freely.