Journal Staff
They were bankers and coaches, teachers and nurses, knitting enthusiasts and war veterans, a corrections lieutenant and two inmates. A Teamster, a pizza shop owner, an animal welfare activist. Loving mothers. Devoted fathers. Beloved sisters, dear brothers.
They lived in Foster and Central Falls and Providence and Pawtucket and Warwick and Cranston and Bristol and East Providence and Warren and Westerly and Johnston and North Providence and Barrington and Exeter and Woonsocket, just about everywhere in the state, in cities and towns and suburbs, in nursing homes and family houses.
For the most part they were older, fussing over the grandchildren who put a twinkle in their eyes, drinking cocktails and playing cards with their late-in-life romances, living out their twilight years before a preventable disease caused them to die too young.