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Zane Parks

Bob

Bob was a friend. A life-long friend to my wife. Sometimes they joked that she followed him. First from Bay City to Detroit and later to California. Bob found a home everywhere but finally in the gay community of San Francisco. There were visits back and forth through the years and more so toward the end. Visits to the hospital, visits to say goodbye. Every time he would recover. Every time but one. When he was gone we gathered at his home. Filling plastic bags with unwanted, unneeded clothing to be given away.

lightening the way
to a goodwill store ...
red feather boa

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