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Here are 3 things I learned from a year writing about the dead

From grief to belief, these stories have common threads.
Gertrude Warnick was working as a practical nurse when she died while reportedly rescuing nursing home residents in a fire that killed 32 others in Largo in 1953. She was buried in an unmarked grave until October.
Gertrude Warnick was working as a practical nurse when she died while reportedly rescuing nursing home residents in a fire that killed 32 others in Largo in 1953. She was buried in an unmarked grave until October. [ Kristen Hare ]
Published Jan. 2

“You write obits? I bet that’s depressing.”

It’s not, I tell people again and again. It’s actually, mostly, really life-affirming.

For the last four years, I’ve written obituaries about members of our community. Those stories are never about how people died. They’re about how they lived (which, yes, happens to be the name of a free weekly obits newsletter I write. You can subscribe here).

This year, a few themes emerged from the lives of a wide range of our neighbors. Here are three of them.

Twice a year for the last 21 years, Stan Kozma placed a memorial ad in memory of his late fiance, Kristi Michael. This one, pictured on the right, ran on March 1, 2006.
Twice a year for the last 21 years, Stan Kozma placed a memorial ad in memory of his late fiance, Kristi Michael. This one, pictured on the right, ran on March 1, 2006. [ Compilation via Times file and newspapers.com ]

There’s room in grief for joy

I try not to reach out to family members and friends immediately after a death. There’s a fog that settles over our brains and so much to do to make final arrangements. Still, even a month after someone has died, that grief is new and heavy.

In February, I got a better understanding of what grief looks like after decades.

Curious about the “in loving memory” ads I saw each week while scanning the obits section, I decided to reach out to a few people who’d taken them out to learn more. I also checked in with the Tampa Bay Times’ obits department. Senior obituary representative Wes Parker shared the name of a man who’d been taking out those ads twice a year for more than 20 years.

Stan Kozma, the man behind the memorials, shared more about the woman he loved, Kristi Michael. He takes the ads out at Christmas time, her favorite time of year, and for her birthday. To save money, he now writes them as haikus.

Those ads aren’t just for him, Kozma told me. He sees them as a space for anyone to pause and remember someone they loved. Grief, he told me, is an odyssey. And remembering the people we’ve lost can include joy.

Here’s that story.

After her father's death, Patricia Mastry discovered the original front page photo Bob Preston shot of charred beds the day of the Littlefield Nursing Home fire in Largo in 1953.
After her father's death, Patricia Mastry discovered the original front page photo Bob Preston shot of charred beds the day of the Littlefield Nursing Home fire in Largo in 1953. [ Courtesy Patricia Mastry ]

It only takes a few people to make things happen

Normally, I’m writing about people shortly after they die. In the spring, I learned of a woman who died in 1953 and the amateur historians who wanted people to remember her. When I started clicking through news archives, I understood why.

Gertrude Warnick was a practical nurse at Largo’s Littlefield Nursing Home when, in 1953, a fire killed her and 32 other people. News articles and eye witnesses reported that Warnick died while trying to save her patients.

At first, she was hailed as a hero. Then, the nursing home owners cast doubt on her role and said she never made it out of bed, possibly intoxicated. Then, she was forgotten, left in an unmarked grave in Clearwater Municipal Cemetery.

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David Barmore, a volunteer with the Dunedin History Museum, discovered Warnick’s name while working on a preservation project. He learned of her story. That story found its way to Patricia Mastry, whose father was the photojournalist on the scene that day. She contacted me.

In April, I published Warnick’s story. Immediately, a few people emailed wanting to help get her a headstone. In October, they did it, and I got to tell the story of the people who stepped up to make that happen, from the newspaper reader to the monument company owner to the trolley company CEO.

Here’s the first story we told about Warnick. And here’s the story of how she got a headstone.

At left, Jerry Rawicki with his mother, Sophie. She and other family died at the Treblinka concentration camp in Poland. His story was featured in the St. Petersburg Times in 1997. At right, Rawicki after the war.
At left, Jerry Rawicki with his mother, Sophie. She and other family died at the Treblinka concentration camp in Poland. His story was featured in the St. Petersburg Times in 1997. At right, Rawicki after the war. [ Courtesy Andrew Rawicki. ]

What you believe in matters

Three very different stories this year showed the power of what you believe in, however you express it.

Jerry Rawicki, who died in February at 94, spent his life searching for the man who saved him during the Holocaust. When he was a teenager, Rawicki escaped from the ghetto in Warsaw, Poland, and found a group of boys at the beach. One of them gave him shelter and food until Rawicki could escape.

He built a new life in America but always kept looking for that young man. In 2005, he learned the young man had been hanged shortly after Rawicki escaped.

Rawicki got that young man’s name added at Yad Vashem in Israel, a tribute to people who put their own lives in danger to help Jews. And every day, in that young man’s honor, Rawicki recited the Lord’s Prayer in Polish.

Here’s that story.

Derrick Sampson was part of the Meadowlawn neighborhood in St. Petersburg for more than 10 years. "He was a gentle giant," said fellow letter carrier and friend Tonya Lee. "That’s the best way I can describe him."
Derrick Sampson was part of the Meadowlawn neighborhood in St. Petersburg for more than 10 years. "He was a gentle giant," said fellow letter carrier and friend Tonya Lee. "That’s the best way I can describe him." [ Courtesy Melissa Sampson ]

In June, I wrote about Derrick Sampson, a longtime letter carrier for St. Petersburg’s Meadowlawn neighborhood who died at 51. He didn’t live there, but Sampson was deeply connected to the people who did.

He checked on the elderly.

He visited with the homebound.

He saved the surprise of a pandemic proposal when the ring came in the mail.

He monitored holiday decorating progress.

He found a lost cat.

And he filled the sidewalks with music from his portable speaker.

Sampson tended the community in Meadowlawn, he cared for his parents, grandmother, aunt, wife and children. And he built a family with fellow letter carriers.

He could have delivered his route each day, head down. Instead, the letter carrier became part of that neighborhood.

Here’s Sampson’s story.

Ethan Weiser "was such a dreamer," said his mom, Lindsay Weiser.
Ethan Weiser "was such a dreamer," said his mom, Lindsay Weiser. [ Courtesy Lindsay Weiser ]

Ethan Weiser was born with his hands folded in prayer, his mom said. And in just 15 years, he lived with conviction.

Weiser, who was hit by a car on his way to his bus stop in August, carried his faith with him through middle school and high school. In a time when many teens are blending in, Weiser stuck to what he believed. He found places to be himself with his family, his church and through music.

I have a 15-year-old. Fifteen is messy. It knows everything. It’s the border of carelessness and responsibility.

Like all 15-year-olds, Weiser was still becoming himself. But that self was already taking shape as a helper, a singer and a believer.

This is Weiser’s story.

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