Diane R. Butler

 

Dick has been on my mind since getting the news of his transition into the comfort and loving safety of the arms of the Divine. 

Many little images and memories of our youth at St. Cyril’s’ come to mind. 

The one that is most prominent, indelible in fact, was in about fourth grade.  I was called on to orally read the most excruciation segment of maritime industry ever written: ‘Intercourse Law’.  (Why, I ask, was that even in the book, but to cause agony & embarrassment).  

Gulping, I began reading those dreaded words, then Dick got it started.  He turned full around and looked straight at me with his giggling face as mine grew redder.  The giggling just got louder and without restraint.  In that moment I wanted to disappear.  But what joy it gave Dick Fagliano,

If you happen to be listening, Dick, I will always remember your laugh.  So glad we shared all those grammar school years. 

May you be joyfully giggling.

Diane Butler

And here I missed your birthday on this web site because I forgot my passwords (again). Ah well, caught you on FaceBook. So happy birthday once again. On my next trip to the Bay Area we should get together for lunch or something