We have sad news to pass on: Mike Littwin’s wife, Susie, died recently after a long battle with Alzheimer’s. She was 70. Mike wanted to tell you himself because, as he said, “that’s what writers do. They write.” But it is not yet time.
When Mike is ready he will tell you himself of the love of his life, his college sweetheart, who would become his partner for more than half a century, a woman of grace and beauty and intelligence. We were lucky to have known her, to have shared meals with her, to have watched in delight as she and Mike told story after story of their adventures together.
What we will tell you of Susie now is the barest outline of her life. You should know that she was a teacher — whether she was in the classroom or not. She taught kindergarten and first grade, in Cherry Creek schools, in Virginia Beach, in Baltimore and Los Angeles. She read like crazy, the kind of reader for whom one book club was not enough. She was a fan of PBS mysteries, especially Poirot. She was a classically trained pianist. She loved to travel and she, Mike and their daughter, Angie, visited nearly two dozen countries. Susie was a woman of infinite patience and endless curiosity, and when she left the classroom for retirement, she volunteered at the Denver Public Library as a reader to Head Start children. She was a decade-long volunteer at the Denver Museum of Nature & Science, teaching young children about science.
Like Mike, she could not wait for grandchildren and was in love with her first grandson, Lalo. She would have come to love equally his little brother, Ricky. We grieve with Mike and Angie for their loss. This photo of her was taken in 2010 in Central Park. June 13th would have been Mike and Susie’s 49th wedding anniversary.