RIP

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Cliff's younger brother, Bobby, passed away in the night after a short illness.  Bobby had retired after teaching math to middle schoolers for what seemed like 100 years.  He was a dedicated tough teacher,  yet loved by his students and got pleasure in seeing them progress.  We can't do everything perfect in our short time on this earth, but we need to celebrate the skills and talents that we do do well.  Bobby, may your spirit travel with the wind and rest in peace.

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Karen Swain said…
My thoughts and prayers go out to you, Cliff, and his family. It is always hard losing an immediate family member but when it's a younger sibling it's seems to be harder because that's not the natural order of things. Take care of yourselves.
February 21, 2011 at 12:05 PM
Betsy said…
Thank you, Karen. This is the second son Cliff's mother has buried in less than two years. He is the only one left.
February 21, 2011 at 5:08 PM
ralph said…
so incredibly sad. jim and i are thinking of you and dot and bobby's family. kids are making cards. at least he is not suffering any more. hope that each day brings a bit more peace.
February 22, 2011 at 5:49 AM
Betsy said…
thank you. cliff will leave here monday. the service won't be until the 3rd due to the autopsy.
February 22, 2011 at 12:32 PM
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