Bruce, my friend, if anyone fought the good fight, it was you. You pushed through daily, though I am sure many, many days you felt like crap. With Tanya by your side, you worked full time, made doctor's appointments and still found time to do favors for others.
We have been through some interesting times together.
Remember that awful orangy-reddish sectional you had? Ugly and uncomfortable. We spent time at your place though because you had the best music collection among us.
Remember when you, Rick and I would leave for dinner break? We would have so much fun at Mr. Gatti's with the Three Stooges projected onto a big screen at the end of the room. We stuffed ourselves with all-you-can-eat spaghetti and then had to go back to work. The second half of the evening proved that we were good.
The years flew by. We shared a brief time when we both attended youth soccer matches. Our jobs changed in the newsroom.
We came together again with Vivian, Jim, Marty, Karen, Chip, Shanna and Marlene. And at various times, others drifted in and out. Ben, Joe, Sarah, Elena come to mind. That was the golden era. The features department under Vivian outclassed the rest. The people jelled, they were the best.
You always went with the flow. Change did not bother you, at least outwardly.
When Tanya came into your life, you got the blessings you so richly deserve. Together you made a home.
Somewhere along the way, Brucie, the readers discovered you. Not only through your writing, but by your genuine interest in their events and lives.
Now that public pays its respects. The outpouring demonstrates the love we have for you.
I love you, Bruce. I will miss you, friend. Go in peace.
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I miss you, too, dude.Later.
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