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LInda Marie (Bobzin) aka Davich, Bobzin
January 10, 2013
Loving Mother Age 49, of West St. Paul Passed away on January 10, 2013. Preceded in death by grandmother, Berniece Sandberg. Survived by children, Jessica (Dan) Egan, Matt Davich; parents, Ron and Janet Bobzin; brother, John (Jane) Bobzin; nieces, Bethany and Amanda; and many other relatives and friends. Funeral Service 11 AM Wednesday, January 16th at SALEM LUTHERAN CHURCH, 11 West Bernard St., WSP. Visitation 2 hours prior to the service at church. In lieu of flowers, memorials preferred. 651-457-6200
This writer met Linda at Frances M. Grass Junior High School in West Saint Paul, Minnesota, in the fall of 1976. Linda insisted we be fast friends, and we took a Blue Malibu ride, my father's car, to the METS Stadium in Bloomington, Minnesota to see of all people, Leo Sayer, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leo_Sayer. The coolest thing happening for two young girls. My father, Marvin Edward Trogstad, (the play on the stadium acronym) drove us there and picked us up. What a time that was. Two young girls at a concert far from home.
Linda and I worked together at McDonald's in Mendota Heights, I had been there since I was sixteen in 1978 and Linda arrived sometime in our senior year (I believe). Linda knew everyone we worked with, and she loved everyone we worked with and always had a hug for everyone.
Linda met her daughter Jessica's father, and they moved to Wisconsin. I had moved on with my life and Linda and I had not spoke much until sometime in 1984, and we met again, she invited me to her house to learn about Creative Circle.
We did a few parties, and then Linda and her husband Matt eventually divorced and they moved and we separated to places unknown.
Me I was just starting my family and was developing in a direction that would take me on my own journey with my family. Towards the end of my marriage, Linda and I met again at the grocery store, Roundy's in West Saint Paul, she was with her 'new' husband Joe Davich. They had a son named Matt Davich.
Linda and Joe Davich lived in West Saint Paul, Minnesota on Seminole. Linda's daughter with her first husband was graduating high school and I was invited to the open house. At the time, Linda and Joe were separating. This is where I met a woman Linda called a good family friend, Tammy Bakeberg, who would eventually be working with the City of Saint Paul Police department in the Human Resource several years later.
When I was with her during the years of 2005 - 2009 we spent quite a bit of time together, I met a lot of people through her and she had a strong desire to be inclusive.
Linda and I began to find adventures going out to shoot pool and listen to music and dance at the bar, Bunker's in Minneapolis. We were fortunate to meet Jessie Lang-Seth. Johnny Lang, the guitarist, sister. Jessie was there performing and at the end of the night, Jessie was packing up to leave and we ran into her in the parking lot. Linda and Jessie talked forever in the bar parking lot, on that beautiful summer night, I waited patiently for them to finish so we could go home.
While I did not know Linda as she raised her children Jessica and Matt, the two of them were close to her, and she provided them a safe home. They were together and Linda was a good mom and provider.
After I lost my home in Saint Paul, Linda was still residing in hers. I ended up in Willow River in 2010, Sometime in 2011 or 2012, I called to invite her to do a getaway in Duluth. She never called me back.
As the time was ours, I learned that she was that person that would turn up in the odd places of my life, and we worked to renew ourselves. I expected this to be this way for our entire lives. It is what I expected would be for us. When Linda passed in January 2013, I was unaware of the event. I did not learn of it for five years. I thought she had met someone and was off and running in a new love, and didn't need me in her life for now.
My heart broke when I learned she had passed. This perhaps the why of no telephone call. I will never hear her say my name again. There is no other known entity on earth that can ever replace her and the feeling of the loss of her and what we could have grown to be as friends united is tremendous.
Solely, I will keep our friendship warm and glowing until we meet again.