From On Eagles' Wings, 2nd ed., p. 122
Lynne Carol Hartunian
March 13, 1967 - December 21, 1988
United States of America
Student
Seat Number 44A
Lynne Carol Hartunian, 21 years old, of Niskayuna, New York, was a senior at State University of New York at Oswego majoring in communications studies. She was studying in her college's London, England, exchange program for a semester. She was traveling home for Christmas and to be godmother to her new newphew. Lynne leaves behind her parents, Joe and Joanne; her to older siblings: a brother Rick, and a sister, Patricia O'Keefe; as well as six nephews and one niece.
Lynne was born in Troy, New York. A 1985 graduate of Niskayuna High School; she also was a graduate of the Barbizon School of Modeling in Albany, New York, where she continued as a model and a teacher. During summer breaks, she was employed at her father's business, the Star Supermarket in Latham, and as a playground director with the Town of Colonie Recreation Department. Upon graduation from college, Lynne had aspired to go into television communications or advertising.
During her semester in London she managed to tour a great part of Europe. In Florence, Lynne danced in a disco. In Rome, she shook hands with the Pope. In France, she toured the Palace of Versailles. Lynne liked to shop for other people and had spent a lot of time picking out just the right gifts for her family and friends. Among items recovered from her luggage that fell on Lockerbie was an intact bottle of French wine for her parents.
Talented and beautiful, open and generous, a good listener and friend, loving and playful daughter and sister; Lynne's presence, whether among friends or a family gathering, enlivened any event with her effervescence. She loved music, she played the piano, she sang, she danced (tap and ballet), and she loved her brother's convertible. She generally brought her ladylike grace and goodness to all she did.
She was graduated from Oswego cum laude posthumously. A scholarship is awarded each year in her name from her high school.
From On Eagles' Wings, p. 122
D. The Balloon
From the small hand of a child
I was set free
to soar the canopy of the earth
Driven by the howling winds
I traveled like a nomad
passing in and out
of innocent snowy puffs
Passing me
Zoomed in the jet plane
And in the distance
the lightening cracked
the thunder rumbled
And then the sun descended
as the moon rose
I drifted to a nearby star
and popped.
-Lynne Hartunian