Steve and William Putterman on a photographic safari in Africa. They went on three trips together because they were very adventurous and loved to photograph the animals. They were killed on their last trip.
Its been almost a year since my husband, William and son, Steve were killed in an airplane crash. I just came across this poem that my husband gave to me three years ago on mothers day, with an introduction by my husband, Will:
To My Beautiful Wife on Mothers Day, May 1997
Deep in the winter flakes I went,
And all about me shone
A radiance that must have meant
It was not the snow alone,
I wondered what it could have been;
Then, sure enough, I knew
The glow that I was walking in
Was nothing else but you
A poem by Louis Ginsberg from his book, Morning in Spring and Other Poems (1940)
Submitted by Joan Putterman, who lost her husband William, 64, and her son Steve, 36, aboard Northern Airlines, Tanzania, Africa, September 1, 1999
