Bruce Day
The day I last saw my little brother Bruce alive was June 13th 1991, when he came and visited me in Virginia. He stayed with me at my apartment. We went to Virginia Beach & had hamburgers on the boardwalk the day he went back home to Bridgeport, Connecticut. He and his girlfriend, Karen, were murdered approximately June 30th 1991, in Tucson, Arizona. He was seven years younger than me.
posted by MarkD60 at 8:37 AM
4 Comments:
Oh, wow, I think maybe you mentioned this before? How old was he?
Mark, I'm so sorry for your loss. I am glad you got to see him before that happened. I hope the person that did this was captured and punished. But I know that it will never be the same for your family. Hugs.
Lila
Mark, I'm so very sorry for your loss. One can never get over losing a brother. Life is so short, unpredictable and at times, brutal.
I'm so sorry Mark.
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