Sometimes grief will steal the words right out of you. All morning I have struggled with how I could possibly explain how devastating and final it feels to know that my aunt Pat is gone.
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Roxanne Tellier – Closing A Circle
Posted in Opinion with tags Bob Segarini, DBAWIS, death, Family, grief, loss, Roxanne Tellier, Sadness on March 31, 2019 by segariniRoxanne Tellier – We All Loved You, Frank Gutch Jr – Tributes, Tales, and Tears
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Yesterday I went through all of the private messages I’d shared with Frank Gutch Jr, since I’d first encountered him. It was in 2013, just after I’d begun writing this weekly column, and right from that first message, it was as though we were separated at birth.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 