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Liz Love-BrotakAsheville NC

I am that person who struggles to start (and finish) a book. I'd always wait until the last possible hour to do reading assignments, reading just wasn't "it" for me. When I was in college, my dear friend Todd said I "HAD" to read this book. I protested, but I gave it a shot. It painted scenery like no other book I had ever read. I was staying up late reading and talking about it over the phone with him. It was magical. It solidified my love for the coast. It gave me my daughter's name. It is with me every time I cross a causeway and head to salt water. It is part of who I am today.

Thank you Pat Conroy. The Prince of Tides will always be special to me. Rest in peace.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 10:34 am 83626 Email Remove
Todd ConormonFayetteville, North Carolina

It was with great sadness I learned of Pat Conroy's passing today. It's like losing a good friend. No author has brought me to tears and laughter more. No writer has touched me more deeply and I will miss his stories and his magnificent prose. My life was richer because of Pat Conroy's writing. Thank you Pat. Rest well and may God bless and comfort your family and loved ones.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 10:34 am 83625 Email Remove
Paul BarkowitzPittsburgh, PA

I will miss the beautiful, flowing words that Pat Conroy shared with us for so many years. I wish much strength to his family and friends at this difficult time. May his memory be a blessing.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 10:27 am 83624 Email Remove
Ellen Cosgrove Yula

Bless your Life, your work, your fine & perfect Self. You changed my life with your works...for the better. I bless the compassion with which you handled all that comes of a dysfunction from others who raise us. I am sad for your loss and wish that there might be one small thing you need to come back again to do Right. Such is the Life of a buddha on the road, who you surely are in my heart and soul. See you when I get there, and thank you. My library, my life is filled with you. RIP Pat Conroy...my thoughts with your family and your family of devoted readers and followers. For us? You are Perfect. Amen. love, Ellen


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 10:25 am 83623 Email Remove
Donna McGeeEnid Lake,MS

You just can't be gone yet. You promised us another book. We need another book Mr Conroy.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 10:13 am 83622 Email Remove
Bob HolmanHoover, Alabama

I have lost a close friend, whom I only met twice, at speeches. However, I got to visit with you every time you wrote a book. My prayers with Cassandra and your family.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 08:41 am 83621 Email Remove
HP ScottConnecticut

I am in tears, going on hours now. His passing finds me mourning on a (oddly?) deeply personal level. The only comfort I hope to find is read, again, his powerfully moving stories of our ever-connected lives and the way we love one another. Mr.Conroy's writing gifted me a deeper understanding of people, the motivations and mysteries of our souls, and will continue to do so for all the rest of my reading days and nights. He was an enormously talented wordsmith. I believe the best of his time and through his profoundly compassionate being represented the best of and highest in all of us. His words much like a memory you didn't know you held, always to, and always for, the heart of the matter.

Truly at loss


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 07:46 am 83620 Email Remove
Tom Brown

Rest in peace Pat, may God bless you.


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 07:26 am 83619 Email Remove
Judith Ann Schroeder MosbyRice, VA

And those of us who live to paint,
Envision our own end,
Since, as he leaves, his words leave, too.
They scuttle down the drain.
The evening news fades with the breeze.
The sun sets, half past noon.
Our country’s pride, the bard of tunes
His fallen like a leaf
And those of us from feuding clans
Know Patrick Conroy’s grief.
He goes to join the heaven-sent,
The Burnses and the Scotts,
And no one else will ever write
What Conroy’s hand has wrought.
-- Judi Mosby


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 07:13 am 83618 Email Remove
Judith Ann Schroeder MosbyRice, VA

Let bagpipes ring, since Pat has passed.
Santini now can see
The prodigal come walking home.
The poet’s soul is free. He lays himself amongst the best,
An artist through and through.
And no one else can meet his mark.
There’s nothing left to do
But beat the drum that marks our time
Till we’re with Conroy, too. The kids have lost the hero’s voice. Survivors lose a friend.
(This continues in anothe post.)


Sat, Mar 5, 2016 07:10 am 83617 Email Remove
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