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I remember we called him Uncle Bobo. I was about nine when I first saw him. He was tall and good looking and a sharp dresser. He took me to meet his daughter when we moved to Seattle. I thought he was so nice and asked my mom how to say Bobo is very nice in Norwegian so I could say that to him. I never saw him again because he moved away. I have thought of him over the years and wondered whatever happened to him.
RIP Uncle Bobo.
Condolences to the family.
Pam
November 27, 2020 | Family


