Easter has been on my mind a great deal as I recall the preparations Anne and I made for it this time last year. She had just come out of the hospital about a week or so. She was doing OK, weak but feeling good and oh so happy to be out of there and home again. We planned an Easter egg hunt in her backyard for Nick and Sofia Eater Sunday afternoon. Easter morning was spent at my house with the kids waking to the baskets delivered by ol' E B ( most of which came from Anne's easter stash in her storage shed). Anne was sequestered in Graton with Nancy hiding "treasure" filled eggs in the yard awaiting our arrival. I remember keenly the feel, taste,and fragrance of the air when we arrived in Graton. Anne was radiant wearing a wide brimmed deep pink sun hat. It fit beautifully over her hairless, shaven head and created the perfect backdrop for her sparking blue eyes and welcoming smile. The sun was warm and inviting. Anne and I sat in the yard while Nick and Sofia darted about. It was a very pleasurable moment some of which was captured in photos thanks to Nancy's quick thinking and throw away camera. The kids were having a great time. We all did. There was a brief moment of seriousity when Anne could not remember how many eggs were out there or where they were located ( a by product of her therapy called "chemo-brain"). It became an on going joke as we found hidden eggs here and there through the rest of the spring and into the summer. Last Easter is a memory that is enshrined in my heart. I can go there and feel the fullness of that day and the fullness of Anne. It makes me feel very fortunate. It enriches my spirit.
Anne has seen to it that this Easter will hold wonderful memories for me as well. First off my father is here visiting for three weeks. He arrived on my mother's birthday, March 16th, and leaves the day after their 68th wedding anniversary, April 7th. All of which to me is no coincidence. This morning (Saturday 3/22) Angela called to let me know that my house had been designated as the central meeting place for the Windquists, Sutters and of course Puorros with Nancy tossed in for good measure. The Windquists and Sutters were making pick ups and drop offs at SF airport with enough time in between for dinner. My house being just 3 blocks off the route to the airport made it the perfect place for all this to happen. What a beautiful surprise. What a gift. And, they were bringing dinner to boot. I felt Anne all over it and she certainly was very present for me. Everyone arrived around 6:00 Russell and Lucy first, I arrived with Nick and Sofia after picking them up from their mom's, my dad was there waiting, Nancy came with the food, Angela, Tally and Robert walked in with her, Owen showed up about 20 minutes later and Maxine about half hour after him. We ate, talked and laughed a lot, danced, hugged, and emersed ourselves in a swirling pool of joy.I know we all felt Anne. She was right there in the middle of it all. This memory will be joined with all the others that are marked only by the feelings they evoke. They are with out time.They do not fade. They are the true treasures of life of living and of loving.
Happy Easter to one and all,
Love,
Dennis (and Anne)
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Friday, February 22, 2008
Anne is my guide
I am writing to relay my experience, feelings and what I believe is a miraculous shift in my inner being. It was about 2 or 3 weeks ago I had finally realized that Anne was gone. The realization was not in my thoughts but was in my body. It was in my cells. What I was feeling, was the acceptance of her physical transformation, her physical absence. I no longer felt or feel the deep sorrow that has permeated my every waking hour. What has replaced it is an unencumbered connection with Anne's spiritual being. I feel her in my cells in a way I can only describe as the purest essence of love. She is with me in the purity of her spirit. What image comes to me is that she has discarded everything that kept her from being the beautiful soul she truly is and is now coming to me and all us as an angel. I feel a fullness of love that I have no way of explaining other then her spiritual presence. I feel connected to the heavens and she is my guide. I am receiving a wonderful gift. She is with me every minute and is my constant companion in a way I never thought possible. My heart is light and open and I am grateful for all the unknowns that lie ahead. I am grateful for having Anne in my life now and forever.
I send blessings to all who are still reading this. Hold her in your heart for she is right there with you.
Love,
Dennis
I send blessings to all who are still reading this. Hold her in your heart for she is right there with you.
Love,
Dennis
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The "20th"
The 20th has major significance considering it is both the day Anne and I were born and the day that we met. It was also the day one year ago, on the 20th of January, that Anne handed me the note she had written in the hospital bed at day break proposing marriage. Some how the anniversary of that day didn't come to mind right away but my body knew, my heart knew. I thought it was the impending full moon that made me read over some of the old entries of the blog, and made me feel more forlorn then usual. That night, I received a beautifully written and empathic email from Anne's friend Mary Reiter who lost her S.O. to AML some years ago. I have pasted in part of hers and my response below.
.... My sadness and grief is like a drop, next to the ocean of your grief and sadness and loss. I think of you a lot. I think of you and wonder which breeze is blowing through. How're you doing? Knowing it changes. Knowing it's intense and then it eases up and then it gets intense again. And time passes and your heart is a little less raw, open and soft and tender, and a little less raw. I don't think I ever felt more open hearted and connected and alive in some way as I did soon after Stephen died. It felt unbearable sometimes, but the love was so strong. and sometimes it felt like I was connected to every one who has ever lost someone dear. I felt part of something so much bigger than myself.
It was mind boggling to me how intense the pain was and to know that at that very moment that pain was being felt by millions of lovers who'd lost their loved ones and millions of mothers who's children died and millions of brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and husbands and wives and on and on... It's so personal and it's so universal.
So, I send love and prayers.
Mary
January 20, 2008
Dear Mary,
Something called to me to look at my email before going to bed. I heard it in my heart and there was your email to me. So very timely and true. The reality is constantly shape shifting for me and there are days when I almost feel OK but I never quite get there. I never quite get to that OK or at least not for very long. There is that tide of emotion that ebbs and flows inside and the current sinks deeper as the physical reality of Anne moves further back in linear time. But somehow sadness and sorrow always float to the surface especially on these clear full moon nights when I wish she was here to hold and share in the magic that pervades the air. And yes I too feel that inexplicable connection with all those who have lost a loved one. Someone who's life and loss have altered the way you perceive the world. It is not at all real to me yet. I am still waiting for that phone call. Still waiting to hear her voice. I sometimes think I have lost my mind. That this is some kind of dream I have fallen into and can't seem to wake from. I know it is part of process, part of healing but it seems to have no end. At least in my heart, it feels that way.
Thanks so much for your continued support. You are a dear friend I did not know I had but am grateful that you are.
As for the stuff perhaps Angela or Owen can get them. I will call.
Love,
Dennis
It wasn't until yesterday that I realized the 20th was the anniversary of our spiritual marriage. The ceremony over the next nine months that was filled with poetry and joy, sorrow and tears, laughter and silence,dancing and stillness, confusion and bonding, rapture and pain. It was a ceremony to last into the next life time. It was a ceremony of a deep and abiding love that I can not explain or identify its source. It just was and still is. There must be a way to peal back that veil that separates this world and the next just long enough for one touch of the hand, one kiss on the lips to complete the ceremony in I dos for all eternity. Perhaps it isn't necessary since I know our souls have been married for a long time. But it would have been a joy filled day to have held her hand into marriage.... here in this place.. where ever it is that we are.
Love to whoever is still reading this,
Dennis
.... My sadness and grief is like a drop, next to the ocean of your grief and sadness and loss. I think of you a lot. I think of you and wonder which breeze is blowing through. How're you doing? Knowing it changes. Knowing it's intense and then it eases up and then it gets intense again. And time passes and your heart is a little less raw, open and soft and tender, and a little less raw. I don't think I ever felt more open hearted and connected and alive in some way as I did soon after Stephen died. It felt unbearable sometimes, but the love was so strong. and sometimes it felt like I was connected to every one who has ever lost someone dear. I felt part of something so much bigger than myself.
It was mind boggling to me how intense the pain was and to know that at that very moment that pain was being felt by millions of lovers who'd lost their loved ones and millions of mothers who's children died and millions of brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and husbands and wives and on and on... It's so personal and it's so universal.
So, I send love and prayers.
Mary
January 20, 2008
Dear Mary,
Something called to me to look at my email before going to bed. I heard it in my heart and there was your email to me. So very timely and true. The reality is constantly shape shifting for me and there are days when I almost feel OK but I never quite get there. I never quite get to that OK or at least not for very long. There is that tide of emotion that ebbs and flows inside and the current sinks deeper as the physical reality of Anne moves further back in linear time. But somehow sadness and sorrow always float to the surface especially on these clear full moon nights when I wish she was here to hold and share in the magic that pervades the air. And yes I too feel that inexplicable connection with all those who have lost a loved one. Someone who's life and loss have altered the way you perceive the world. It is not at all real to me yet. I am still waiting for that phone call. Still waiting to hear her voice. I sometimes think I have lost my mind. That this is some kind of dream I have fallen into and can't seem to wake from. I know it is part of process, part of healing but it seems to have no end. At least in my heart, it feels that way.
Thanks so much for your continued support. You are a dear friend I did not know I had but am grateful that you are.
As for the stuff perhaps Angela or Owen can get them. I will call.
Love,
Dennis
It wasn't until yesterday that I realized the 20th was the anniversary of our spiritual marriage. The ceremony over the next nine months that was filled with poetry and joy, sorrow and tears, laughter and silence,dancing and stillness, confusion and bonding, rapture and pain. It was a ceremony to last into the next life time. It was a ceremony of a deep and abiding love that I can not explain or identify its source. It just was and still is. There must be a way to peal back that veil that separates this world and the next just long enough for one touch of the hand, one kiss on the lips to complete the ceremony in I dos for all eternity. Perhaps it isn't necessary since I know our souls have been married for a long time. But it would have been a joy filled day to have held her hand into marriage.... here in this place.. where ever it is that we are.
Love to whoever is still reading this,
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Happy New Year 2008
Last night as the ball on top of the Times Square tower made its decent, I felt an almost miraculous shift in my state of being. Somehow that arbitrary line between the old and the new year lifted that heavy, sullen shroud that has dominated my life since the beginning of the holiday season. Wow!! It gave me great hope for the passing of this grieving process but lasted only for a short time as I began to recall New Year's Eve with Anne last year. But how ever brief I experienced that total release, there was a definite shift in my sense that the events of 2007 are in the past and 2008 holds promise for a new light to shine. One that will shine on and from my heart as it has been and is in dire need of healing. It is amazing how we assign the center of our emotional being to this body organ which is without a doubt the toughest muscle in the body yet the most fragile. Mine has been struggling to a point where I often feel as if it will give way. Perhaps relief is just around the corner. I don't know. This whole process seems to have a schedule of it's own, and no matter how hard I try to intervene with my mind, my heart has complete command. At least for one brief moment while I rang in the new year with Nicolas, Sofia and Sabrina (the dog) my heart was light. I know that birthday/Christmas/new years 2008 will hold a different picture. My missing Anne will remain but the unbearable weight of losing her will not.
I am truly grateful for all of you who have and continue to accompany Anne and me on this journey through the blog, email, cards, thoughts and prayers. I don't think I would have been able to make it without all of you. Nor would I have been able to reach into the depths of my pain to retrieve the jewels that lay hidden there without the safety provided by your witness and support. May the fires of your passions in life burn ever brighter into the new year . May you find peace and fulfillment in dreams realized. May love be your constant companion through the year and life long.
Happy New Year,
Dennis
I am truly grateful for all of you who have and continue to accompany Anne and me on this journey through the blog, email, cards, thoughts and prayers. I don't think I would have been able to make it without all of you. Nor would I have been able to reach into the depths of my pain to retrieve the jewels that lay hidden there without the safety provided by your witness and support. May the fires of your passions in life burn ever brighter into the new year . May you find peace and fulfillment in dreams realized. May love be your constant companion through the year and life long.
Happy New Year,
Dennis
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Our Birthday 2007
December 2o, 2007
hey you, i guess i have been out of touch but do think of you and am thankful for all your thoughts and prayers.... today has been a tough one being Anne's and my birthday but i received a ton of love from the kids.. had lunch with Maxine and dinner with the neighbors... things are a bit better... my state of mind is uncertain these days but am able to keep focus around the important things .. family, work and friends my heart is still very broken but there seems to be a shift towards wholeness through a good deal of spiritual surrender and internal forgiveness... there are dark times when i feel like i can't go on but the light always breaks through to renew my hope and lift my spirit.... i guess the only thing we can ever really know is that everything changes constantly...... we have to be able to recognize and honor that continuum of change as an integral part of our existence... it is our evolving identity which requires our constant attention.... I guess that could be what love really is... somehow that fits at least in my thoughts in this moment... i hope you are well and feeling free and happy
love D
Above is the email I wrote to my friend Timmie who is a survivor of breast cancer and has been a constant support through it all. I wrote the night of the 20th after a beautiful and soulful celebration with Angela, George, Nina and the kids. We had dinner and home made chocolate ice cream. We sang to Anne and me. We laughed, hugged and remembered. The house was filled with love. I felt loved, deeply so, and it was good medicine for me, as the morning had been heartbreakingly painful. Maxine finished class at noon, that day, and took me out to lunch. What a blessing that was. It was a gift without measure. We sat and talked openly and radiated that inexplicable love bond that exists between parent and child. The darkened sky in my heart began to open and some light broke through. We went to whole foods to shop for dinner.
She took off to meet friends and I went home to prepare for the evening. Nick and Sofia arrived home from school and began to help prepare. More light came streaming in. Angela and George arrived just after six. There were some much needed hugs given all around and Angela jumped right in to help with the cooking. Nina and her youngest son Demetri arrived and by then a wonderfully festive feeling was permeating the air.That feeling grew as the evening progressed and Anne's spirit was very much a part of it all. She was right in the room having fun with us all and was pigging out on the ice cream through me. It was really good and according to Angela the best she has ever tasted. George and I played guitar while the kids were having fun and conversations went on. Wendy my other neighbor stopped in to add more cheer. An assembly line clean up and sweet sweet goodbyes. Anne stayed. I felt her presence so strongly. That night I slept the best I had in long time.
It was so good to feel Anne as I did that night. I was in Florida earlier that week visiting my father, sister and her family. It was my first trip back since my mom died in February and my first physical contact with my family since Anne died. I felt like I was caught in the emotion blender with deep sadness and sweet tender feelings swirling through me at the same time. When my dad and I went to Venice to visit Mary Brent and Harry the blender switched to liquefy. I became totally unglued remembering Anne and my "meet the parents trip" in November of last year. It was wonderful to be with Mary Brent and Harry. They took us out to lunch at the Crow's Nest. But it was hard for me to hold up under the pain of her not being with me there. When we were there last year I saw an almost miraculous shift in Anne's spirit. She seemed more at peace. She loved it there. She loved the warmth of the gulf water, the sun, the beach and she loved being cared for by her parents. It was wonderful to see her feel so at ease and care free. It seemed to be a salve for her wounds and I was glad for her. The visit with Mary Brent and Harry was very important and healing for me and I felt it was the same for them.
There is so much I learn and grow from experiencing the dark despair and pain as it always leads me to the light. A light which shines on a part of my inner world that I had not seen before. I am in a love/hate relationship with this pain process but I don't know of any other way and it does seem to be getting just a bit easier.
Love to one and all,
Dennis
hey you, i guess i have been out of touch but do think of you and am thankful for all your thoughts and prayers.... today has been a tough one being Anne's and my birthday but i received a ton of love from the kids.. had lunch with Maxine and dinner with the neighbors... things are a bit better... my state of mind is uncertain these days but am able to keep focus around the important things .. family, work and friends my heart is still very broken but there seems to be a shift towards wholeness through a good deal of spiritual surrender and internal forgiveness... there are dark times when i feel like i can't go on but the light always breaks through to renew my hope and lift my spirit.... i guess the only thing we can ever really know is that everything changes constantly...... we have to be able to recognize and honor that continuum of change as an integral part of our existence... it is our evolving identity which requires our constant attention.... I guess that could be what love really is... somehow that fits at least in my thoughts in this moment... i hope you are well and feeling free and happy
love D
Above is the email I wrote to my friend Timmie who is a survivor of breast cancer and has been a constant support through it all. I wrote the night of the 20th after a beautiful and soulful celebration with Angela, George, Nina and the kids. We had dinner and home made chocolate ice cream. We sang to Anne and me. We laughed, hugged and remembered. The house was filled with love. I felt loved, deeply so, and it was good medicine for me, as the morning had been heartbreakingly painful. Maxine finished class at noon, that day, and took me out to lunch. What a blessing that was. It was a gift without measure. We sat and talked openly and radiated that inexplicable love bond that exists between parent and child. The darkened sky in my heart began to open and some light broke through. We went to whole foods to shop for dinner.
She took off to meet friends and I went home to prepare for the evening. Nick and Sofia arrived home from school and began to help prepare. More light came streaming in. Angela and George arrived just after six. There were some much needed hugs given all around and Angela jumped right in to help with the cooking. Nina and her youngest son Demetri arrived and by then a wonderfully festive feeling was permeating the air.That feeling grew as the evening progressed and Anne's spirit was very much a part of it all. She was right in the room having fun with us all and was pigging out on the ice cream through me. It was really good and according to Angela the best she has ever tasted. George and I played guitar while the kids were having fun and conversations went on. Wendy my other neighbor stopped in to add more cheer. An assembly line clean up and sweet sweet goodbyes. Anne stayed. I felt her presence so strongly. That night I slept the best I had in long time.
It was so good to feel Anne as I did that night. I was in Florida earlier that week visiting my father, sister and her family. It was my first trip back since my mom died in February and my first physical contact with my family since Anne died. I felt like I was caught in the emotion blender with deep sadness and sweet tender feelings swirling through me at the same time. When my dad and I went to Venice to visit Mary Brent and Harry the blender switched to liquefy. I became totally unglued remembering Anne and my "meet the parents trip" in November of last year. It was wonderful to be with Mary Brent and Harry. They took us out to lunch at the Crow's Nest. But it was hard for me to hold up under the pain of her not being with me there. When we were there last year I saw an almost miraculous shift in Anne's spirit. She seemed more at peace. She loved it there. She loved the warmth of the gulf water, the sun, the beach and she loved being cared for by her parents. It was wonderful to see her feel so at ease and care free. It seemed to be a salve for her wounds and I was glad for her. The visit with Mary Brent and Harry was very important and healing for me and I felt it was the same for them.
There is so much I learn and grow from experiencing the dark despair and pain as it always leads me to the light. A light which shines on a part of my inner world that I had not seen before. I am in a love/hate relationship with this pain process but I don't know of any other way and it does seem to be getting just a bit easier.
Love to one and all,
Dennis
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Letter to My Beloved
My Dearest Annie,
It is now over two months since I last felt your hand in mine, since I heard your voice, since my heart sang with the joy of your embrace. I miss you so. It is hard for me to believe you will not be coming back to me. It is hard for me to be in this life without you. I can not find the opening in my thoughts, in my mind , or in my heart to comprehend why you are no longer with me. How do I bring myself to understand what has happened to you? Where are you? There isn't a waking moment that you are not in my thoughts. I relive, over and over, the words you said, the experiences we shared, and the dreams we dreamed. I remember the times you filled my heart with exquisite joy and the times you made my heart ache , the times you enfolded me with the sweet intimacy of your being and the times you pushed me away. But deep inside I always knew you loved me. I always knew you had a hard time showing me just how much. How do you experience me now? I continue to hear your voice and think what you would say about the clothes I am wearing,the food I am eating or the condition of my kitchen floor. I was at your house on Monday. It was bitter sweet. The furniture was gone, the walls were bare but the memories remained. I cleaned the bathroom with the same obsessive fervor you put into keeping your home operating room clean. It felt good and I did it because I knew it is the way you wanted to return the house to Jane. Nancy had done the same with rest of the house and the garden. Did you hear us and see us when we said our prayers to you and final goodbyes to the house that housed your spirit and your body, that held the memories of our first kiss. How and where will I find you? I hold fast to the memories of our togetherness, to the scent of you through your bathrobe, to the sight of you in photos and in the feel of you in my heart. This heart that lives in the disbelief of your absence. It searches unrelentingly for any sign of your return for it can not comprehend the loss of your being. It can not comprehend that this world can exist, that itself can exist without the well of love that you provided. I know you struggled to open your heart to embrace the world and me without condition or judgment, to love freely, unconditionally and completely. I cherish those moments when the walls between us magically lifted and we enfolded one another in the sweetness and purity of our souls. This is where I find you still. This is the place that remains forever in my heart.The physical memories may fade but those moments, when our hearts and souls joined in the innocence and simplicity of our being, will burn brightly in the heavenly skies of my heart forever. I hope that you are at peace, that you can still feel my love and that this new journey has brought you the freedom of soul you so longed for. Perhaps as my heart learns the language of the eternal soul I will find you have never left at all and have just been waiting for me to catch up.
Te amo,
Dennis
It is now over two months since I last felt your hand in mine, since I heard your voice, since my heart sang with the joy of your embrace. I miss you so. It is hard for me to believe you will not be coming back to me. It is hard for me to be in this life without you. I can not find the opening in my thoughts, in my mind , or in my heart to comprehend why you are no longer with me. How do I bring myself to understand what has happened to you? Where are you? There isn't a waking moment that you are not in my thoughts. I relive, over and over, the words you said, the experiences we shared, and the dreams we dreamed. I remember the times you filled my heart with exquisite joy and the times you made my heart ache , the times you enfolded me with the sweet intimacy of your being and the times you pushed me away. But deep inside I always knew you loved me. I always knew you had a hard time showing me just how much. How do you experience me now? I continue to hear your voice and think what you would say about the clothes I am wearing,the food I am eating or the condition of my kitchen floor. I was at your house on Monday. It was bitter sweet. The furniture was gone, the walls were bare but the memories remained. I cleaned the bathroom with the same obsessive fervor you put into keeping your home operating room clean. It felt good and I did it because I knew it is the way you wanted to return the house to Jane. Nancy had done the same with rest of the house and the garden. Did you hear us and see us when we said our prayers to you and final goodbyes to the house that housed your spirit and your body, that held the memories of our first kiss. How and where will I find you? I hold fast to the memories of our togetherness, to the scent of you through your bathrobe, to the sight of you in photos and in the feel of you in my heart. This heart that lives in the disbelief of your absence. It searches unrelentingly for any sign of your return for it can not comprehend the loss of your being. It can not comprehend that this world can exist, that itself can exist without the well of love that you provided. I know you struggled to open your heart to embrace the world and me without condition or judgment, to love freely, unconditionally and completely. I cherish those moments when the walls between us magically lifted and we enfolded one another in the sweetness and purity of our souls. This is where I find you still. This is the place that remains forever in my heart.The physical memories may fade but those moments, when our hearts and souls joined in the innocence and simplicity of our being, will burn brightly in the heavenly skies of my heart forever. I hope that you are at peace, that you can still feel my love and that this new journey has brought you the freedom of soul you so longed for. Perhaps as my heart learns the language of the eternal soul I will find you have never left at all and have just been waiting for me to catch up.
Te amo,
Dennis
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thanksgiving / Anne Bocchino Gift Fund
I am not certain if anyone is checking the blog any longer but just in case I thought I would write about the first of the holidays, Thanksgiving. It was no surprise that with each day closer to the holiday I felt an exponential increase in the heaviness in my heart. The celebration was at Russell's where it was last year. Last year's celebration was the first official holiday Anne and I celebrated as a couple. It was when I learned that being a "push 6" Anne was the first one up to clear the table and clean the kitchen. She made a subtle comment about my videoing the clean up activities with the implication that I was not actually involved in helping. I chose to ignore her carefully worded statement and am glad I did as it is the only video of her that I have. Yesterday was quite lovely in spite of my heavy heart. There was an over abundant and sumptuous meal prepared by the young adults and a few of us old folks. Owen cooked the turkey,Lucy baked pies made mashed potatoes and yams, Suzie made rolls from scratch Tally made vegetable dishes.They spent two days preparing this incredible meal. I know Anne was excited by the quantity and abundance of flavors. We spoke our gratitude for one another and toasted Anne. There was a place for her at the table. What took two days to prepare was consumed in about 30 minutes save dessert which came after the slide shows and cleanup.
There was certainly an air of joy at the end of the day. I am certain Anne was part of it all and smiling the entire time but I did miss her so as did everyone there.
I am debating whether or not to continue writing on the blog. I suppose if no one is reading it then it serves only as an outlet for me. That's OK, but it changes the purpose.
Any thoughts???
A fund has been set in Anne's name at UCSF. All donations collected will be distributed to families who need financial assistance while coping with blood diseases such as leukemia.
It is called the Anne Bocchino Gift Fund and is being managed by UCSF
If you wish to make a tax deductible donation checks can be made to UCSF in any amount and mailed to me. I will forward them to UCSF in bulk to the fund.
Dennis Puorro
231 16th Ave.
San Francisco, CA 94118
Love to all,
Dennis
There was certainly an air of joy at the end of the day. I am certain Anne was part of it all and smiling the entire time but I did miss her so as did everyone there.
I am debating whether or not to continue writing on the blog. I suppose if no one is reading it then it serves only as an outlet for me. That's OK, but it changes the purpose.
Any thoughts???
A fund has been set in Anne's name at UCSF. All donations collected will be distributed to families who need financial assistance while coping with blood diseases such as leukemia.
It is called the Anne Bocchino Gift Fund and is being managed by UCSF
If you wish to make a tax deductible donation checks can be made to UCSF in any amount and mailed to me. I will forward them to UCSF in bulk to the fund.
Dennis Puorro
231 16th Ave.
San Francisco, CA 94118
Love to all,
Dennis
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