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1948 - 2018 Obituary Condolences
Robert J. Wietrak Obituary
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August 20, 2018

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February 10, 2018
My heartfelt condolences and prayers go out to my Aunt Helen, and the entire Wietrak Family.
February 9, 2018
Bob use to come to our house to play bridge with Karen P. and Linda Q. We often played late into the night and everyone stayed over. The first time, I put Bob in our guest room. After a few minutes he came out, knocked on my bedroom door and said to my husband and I...I can't sleep! It's too quiet here in CT. We finally put him to bed in our den with the TV blaring. We place a blanket over him, tucked him in and after a while he sighed, looked up and flashed his special smile, closed his eyes and just like a toddler said, "now I can sleep". Sleep Bob sleep! We love you.
February 7, 2018
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February 7, 2018
About 25 years ago, during a rather dull meeting at Barnes & Noble, I noticed Bob had slipped his worn loafers off, placing them next to his chair. The shoes were tired looking, scuffed, and scribbled with multicolored crayons on the inside. Bob noticed me staring and whispered, my nephews colored inside my shoes. He grinned at me in that impish-Bob' sort of way and continued: I adore them, and it's like they're with me where ever I go. I'm going to keep these shoes forever. I will always remember Bob that way, carrying everyone he loved with him, even if it was only scribbles inside his shoes.