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December 19, 2010

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Susan Quattrociocchi

Your words, like your voice, sing all the notes, the soaring and the sorrowful, with love and passion. I am glad you are at peace, and that DBP is as well.

Love to you, Lady Gettings.

Mary Sullivan

This is a beautiful homage to a person who has always been in the background of your life. You have inherited only the good parts. As a parent, it gives me hope that someday all negatives will be forgotten by my kids, whatever I did or did not do or say or try to impart. May only the grand, happy genes and memories abide in their hearts and give them some joy and peace. Let the painful knowledge bubble pink and rise into a sunset somewhere. Love you.

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