Diane Corpolongo:
CLASS OF 1972
Roosevelt High SchoolClass of 1972
Yonkers, NY
Diane's Story
My life has been an experience, and I
finally can relax in the warm Calif. sun. (the main reason I moved here almost 28+ yrs. ago!) I take long walks along the beach, with my much loved red Doberman, Taz. he goes pretty much everywhere with me!
I am very proud of my 2 grown children, whom I love with all my heart.....
Danielle, 27 and Anthony, 24, and my
daughter-in-law, Maria, and hopefully, I will become a grandma soon enough!
I do miss N.Y. very much, as there is no place like it anywhere! But, have grown accustom to the Calif. laid back way of life, and definitely love the weather here!
Update: I now have 3 grandsons, Anthony Jr. Giovanni, and Eli....and after working so hard all my life, never having anything handed to me, and always having to work holidays and missing spending them with my kids...Now that I can no longer work due to health problems, they are now all grown and have lives of their own. My daughter who graduated from UCSB and then Ariz. State, became a R.N. and lives out in Tucson, Arizona with her son, Eli, ( a 9 hr. drive from here! ) and my son is a Master Electrician who lives out here in Ventura. with his growing family.
So now that I have the time, finally!, THEY are too busy! 'The Cats in the Cradle'....as the song goes...oh well....
I still co...Expand for more
unt my blessings each day.....and know that God will show the way....
Here is a poem written by a TRUE friend, about a past fake friend who will not leave me alone, esp. with all her lies. So sad to have had such a mean spirited person in my life...
The sinking of a (friend) ship
by Susan Lavacora
The hurl of hurt
Blinding sandbox dirt
Shoveled from cynics
Those which mimic
With envy green
Truths unseen
A window closed
By invented prose
The door is slammed
With a careless hand
Guided and scribed
A jealous intent
clicked and carried
Maliciously 'SENT'
A playground of fools
Bending the rules
Unaware how the tools
Of belittling and blasting
Damaging and lasting
Are for naught
Without pure thought
A cowardly act of breathing lies
Dissolving ties
A compromise of kindness
A blindness
An unrecognized danger
That creates and crafts a stranger
Where once a kinship thrived
A dagger thrust deep
The bloodstains to keep
As the souvenir
Of posting words cruel and cavalier
Walk away, although wounded
From the slice
The stab
The needless senseless gab
Riddled with holes in the soul
Still knowing your story
(albeit falsely told)
Was merely conceived
To make another believe
Their days are far richer than yours.
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