Tag Archives: Guy Robichaud

quicher bawlin you ol sad sack

uhh

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of course i remember that boy

i want to remember him, although if i remember him too much, it makes me cry. we’ve got a lot of pictures, but there won’t be any new pictures.

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there is a writing award

Guy Robichaud Writing Award : Terrance Mckittrick : Mon, March 26, 2007, 9:41 AM

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my nephew guy was going to teach this class

last september with a few fellow high school juniors.

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for Katie

a poem by Guy, for his girlfriend Your Face is a Space Station. Each freckle is a planet, or a pancake frying in zero gravity with spacemen swimming in your nuclear batter orbiting dietcoke moons and Ice Pack Black(Holes) [how … Continue reading

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forcing the memory

to find a reason or a promise. or any trace, a smudge or a footprint.

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Guy’s memorial

a decoration from the cake, which was in the shape of a big pink hat. Guy liked to wear hats. click below for eulogies by this young man’s parents

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in seattle again

to attend a memorial service for my nephew tomorrow. Now, it seems like I should have something to say about this, something about feelings, something sad, heartbroken, but I feel detached and numb, afraid to think of Guy’s face and … Continue reading

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My nephew died Wednesday afternoon

summer 2003

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waiting

the news from Guy’s mother, my idol: WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 2006 08:43 AM, CST Guy had another good night, and with some brief semi-awake times. I thought an episode of The Simpsons might get through the fog in a way … Continue reading

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