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Debra's death has left a giant hole in the world.
This blog is for all who love her to share their photos, memories, and thoughts. Everyone who wants to is encouraged to contribute. Email Bart and/or Bonnie (bartnagel and azabpowell, both via gmail.com) to get a login. Or, you can just send us text and/or photos and we can put them up for you.
—Bart & Bonnie
This blog is for all who love her to share their photos, memories, and thoughts. Everyone who wants to is encouraged to contribute. Email Bart and/or Bonnie (bartnagel and azabpowell, both via gmail.com) to get a login. Or, you can just send us text and/or photos and we can put them up for you.
—Bart & Bonnie
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Because? Because? To infinity I would write this word! A woman in the prime of his professional maturity, a job he loved, a beautiful daughter, herself a beautiful girl ... I suffer and I do not dó peace, those your heavenly eyes and that your sunny smile where club melancholy and sadness of a "finite life" ... because Debbie? I I've never met but I was very impressed your story, your energy, your charm as a woman and person, your courage in facing life ... life already, out of all this but expressed observing your beautiful eyes you realize your weakness and your fear of living ... I spent days reading on the internet all that was about you, I was hurt to see your pictures, so carefree and joyful ... why? This question is repeated over and over in my mind, because that extreme action. I wanted to be there, next to you on that November 18, 2007, I wanted to look intently at your face, your eyes and take you by making you hand back on this side of the bridge railing. I wanted to hug you even if you do not know me, I wanted to protect you as an angel and brought back home to your daughter ... but I'm just an Italian graphic designer, born in 1965, and I can no longer do anything for you, little flower. All your friends, relatives pray for you, for that beautiful soul that you were and who you are. Hello Debbie ...
Because? Because? To infinity I would write this word! A woman in the prime of his professional maturity, a job he loved, a beautiful daughter, herself a beautiful girl ... I suffer and I do not dó peace, those your heavenly eyes and that your sunny smile where club melancholy and sadness of a "finite life" ... because Debbie? I I've never met but I was very impressed your story, your energy, your charm as a woman and person, your courage in facing life ... life already, out of all this but expressed observing your beautiful eyes you realize your weakness and your fear of living ... I spent days reading on the internet all that was about you, I was hurt to see your pictures, so carefree and joyful ... why? This question is repeated over and over in my mind, because that extreme action. I wanted to be there, next to you on that November 18, 2007, I wanted to look intently at your face, your eyes and take you by making you hand back on this side of the bridge railing. I wanted to hug you even if you do not know me, I wanted to protect you as an angel and brought back home to your daughter ... but I'm just an Italian graphic designer, born in 1965, and I can no longer do anything for you, little flower. All your friends, relatives pray for you, for that beautiful soul that you were and who you are. Hello Debbie ...
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