Comments on: the end of youngtown road

By: Jenn

Jenn — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 04:36:10 +0000

So a new family has moved into that house? That is strange, because I had the same dream 3 times in one night that a new family moved in, and it wasn’t a very good dream. In the dream I was trying to warn them, but they could hear or see me. It was like I was a spirit. I just hope things go well with them there. I don’t have good feelings about that place.

By: M

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 02:54:48 +0000

I knew Angela growing up and later, Rob(what a nice guy). Very, very hard to understand. My prayers to their family, and to Cassie.

By: lori

lori — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 17:27:37 +0000

I live at the end of Youngtown Rd, on the right, across the street from the house Cassie ran to. Angie and I were in the process of becoming friends, though I never went into the house. She and Cassie used to come pick flowers from my garden for their table. They were good neighbors. The winter was heart breaking and gut wrenching and long. My kitchen window looks out at the new driveway Rob and Angie built.

This past weekend, there were new people on that driveway. People with a baby carriage, and other kids too. This weekend I will go over to that house with baked goods and a fruit basket and the hope that maybe there can be no more ghosts.

By: Paul Green

Paul Green — Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:47:42 +0000

Angela’s last name was Derusso, her mom was Annamae and Dad was Anthony and her friends were the best of friends..
Some of my fondest memories are of those people
Attention JJ from the 4/9/08 post. There was no special ed for Angela!
Maybe you and I could meet some time and I’ll explain the difference between high school and special ed.
Yea JJ, I think that would be a real good idea! May be I could jog your brain just a bit.
I would like to hear from any of Angelas friends, anyone that new her during her time in Alton.
A terrible tragedy took place that Friday morning, most who knew Robert, Angie and Cassie will never understand.
I pray that they gave Cassie the strength to move beyond the heartache and loneliness she must feel.
I have said before in another post, Cassie, all you have to do is wake early any morning you choose, step outside just before the sun peaks above the horizon. Just as the first of the suns rays appear, close your eyes, let out a deep deep sigh, and you will feel the hands of your mom and dad on your shoulders.
Cassie, you have a friend in Connecticut who can tell you about your mom in the years before you and your dad.
My heart is allways with you.
I hope to hear from you some time.
Paul Green
paul.green@med.va.gov

By: Kate Bystrack

Kate Bystrack — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 04:53:26 +0000

Dave Bystrack’s daughter. this changed our family forever, i regret not spending the last few years with my uncle and cassie. now it’s too late to see my uncle ever again. we love you and miss you, rip uncle rob.

By: Chris Bystrack

Chris Bystrack — Thu, 29 May 2008 22:20:36 +0000

Dave Bystrack’s son, i still can not believe this has happened…… i hadnt seen my uncle rob or cassie for some years and i was supposed to be up there the following weekend for the snowmobile races.

By: dave bystrack

dave bystrack — Mon, 21 Apr 2008 00:07:34 +0000

rob`s brother dave . her last name was derusso

By: jj

jj — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 00:10:11 +0000

derusso. she went to special school i think.

By: Ed

Ed — Fri, 29 Feb 2008 18:48:28 +0000

I went to school with both Angie and Rob in North Branford. I was wondering if someone could tell me Angies maiden name…was it Vara or Derusso? They were both in my class and nowhere can I find Angies maiden name. I just can’t imagine the horror of this for Cassie, Rob and Angie…I am in disbelief. Thanks for any help with clarifying Angies maiden name.
Ed

By: JC

JC — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:12:22 +0000

Youngtown Road

Cold cold February fate
Early morning spirits blast
a haunting memory
Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top
Coffee, stains,
Never to be forgotten
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
Hot trail of red
Through the cold white snow
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
Frozen blood
Running through veins
So young, so lost
So innocent no more
Down tumbles cradle baby and all
The Love, the loss
On a Youngtown Rd.
Such a “Dead End” Street