Whoa!
My blog has become a hotbed of seriousness.
I don't mean to squash the conversation, but I can only go by a lesson my mother gave me a long time ago.
"When you hear a story, there are three sides, Person A., Person B., and the truth, which is usually somewhere in the middle."
I don't know all that went down, and to be honest, it won't help matters even if I did, it won't bring Rich back.
The sadest part of this is that everyone had something major in common, they all loved Rich.
Gene and I talk as often as schedules allow. I have no contact with Marcia or Bizzy, as they've both removed me from their friend lists on Facebook. At one time I did have their address, as I sent Bizzy postcards from London & Rome. After they removed me from their lists, I took that as a sign that they didn't want any communcication with me. I'm not one to force myself where I'm not wanted, so I deleted the address from my computer.
I think Truman said it best. It's over now.
As for my conversations with Gene, they'll stay between Gene and I.