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Audrey Evelyn DiSanto

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Douglass Edgerley & Bessom Funeral Home

25 Sanborn Street

Reading, Massachusetts

Audrey DiSanto Obituary

Of Reading, December 3, 2007, at the age of 76. Beloved wife of the late George Vincent DiSanto. Devoted mother of William George DiSanto of Salem, NH and Cynthia Malena DiSanto of Thornton NH. Grandmother of Angela June Marie Walker of Lowell and Anthony Joseph DiSanto of Tewksbury and great grandmother of Aaron and Cody. Cherished daughter of the late Lena (Keddy) Slawenwhite. A Funeral Service will be held Friday, December 7 at 10 AM at the First Congregational Church of Malden, 184 Pleasant St., Malden. Relatives and friends invited to attend. Visiting hours Thursday, 4-7 at the Douglass, Edgerley and Bessom Funeral Home, 25 Sanborn St. (corner of Woburn St.), READING. Burial in Ridgelawn Cemetery, Watertown. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made in Audrey's memory to the charity of one's choice. For directions and register book, visit: johnbdouglassfuneralhome.

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Published by Boston Globe from Dec. 4 to Dec. 5, 2007.

Memories and Condolences
for Audrey DiSanto

Sponsored by her loving children.

31 Entries

Chick Fenton

November 28, 2023

Here it is November 2023 and received this reminder that we all lost a lovely lady in 2007. Seems likes months and decades at the same time! Best of luck and sympathy to Cindi and Bill.

Chick Fenton

November 28, 2021

Chick Fenton

November 28, 2021

Chick Fenton

November 28, 2021

Bill and Cindy; Reviewing these entries has become an annual thing for me. Your Mom was a gem. Hope you both are doing well. Cousin Chick

Chick Fenton

November 28, 2020

Cindy and Bill; I received a reminder notice today 11/28/2020 of your Mom’s death. I went through the condolences and got to your eulogy!
It an amazing history of your family and an epic love story.
Thanks for that, and a refreshing cry of my own.
My best to you both on this horrible year or 2020!
Cousin Chick Fenton

Bill

July 13, 2015

Another year has passed in this world but your soul continues to live on. I often have dreams of being back at 75 Edgemont Avenue in fact I had one this morning. I love you Mom...

July 13, 2014

Happy Birthday Mom

Bill

July 13, 2013

A few more years have passed, but you will always be remembered and in my life. I love you Mom...

July 12, 2010

I know your birthday isn't until tomorrow, but I will be in Canada and I don't know if I will be able to leave a message tomorrow, so I am wishing you a happy birthday today. And also to Gram as well. I love you both. - Bill

July 13, 2009

Hi Mom. It's been over a year since you passed, but I have kept you a part of my life all along. Both you and Gram have moved to my new place with me, and will always be with me until it is my turn to go to the next life. I have been keeping in touch with Cynthy and she seems to be doing well. I am too for the most part. Holly, Tony, and Angie have all been there for me and made me feel loved. I am glad I have all of them in my life. Happy Birthday ~ Love Bill

Bill

July 13, 2008

Happy Birthday Mom.

Cindy DiSanto

February 20, 2008

In a final tribute to my Mom, I have decided to post below the Eulogy I read at her funeral. I started writing it at 11pm following her wake, and finished it at 7hrs later at 6am, the morning of her funeral. Although I cried every day for a year prior to her passing, and every day since, somehow, I was able to read this Eulogy during the services, and not shed a tear. I hope I made my Mom proud. I love you and miss you terribly.

Audrey DiSanto Eulogy

Well, I’m only going to have the opportunity to do this once, so get comfortable in your seats, it’s a little long… and if I breakdown and can’t read it, Randy offered to, so I’ll apologize to him too…

I came across an Appropriate quote last night that I would like to share
:
“I started missing you long before you were gone. I’ll keep loving you long after the memories bring you back”

It was after midnight, the night before last, when I sat down in my Mom’s living room to begin to pull some pictures together for her remembrance that was held last night. My plan was to make a few collages of the highlights of her life. A few turned into 14, and it still didn’t even begin to touch all the wonderful experiences and joyful moments my Mom experienced in her lifetime. As I panned through all the photographs it was such a healing experience to see her so vibrant, full of life, healthy, and most of all, to see her warm, kind eyes smiling back at me. This last year has been such a tough year for my Mom, and in turn, it’s been a tough year for my brother and me. Over the course of the past several months we have slowly and helplessly watched the sparkle and the light leave my Mother’s eyes. The photographs offered some comfort as a reminder of the happy and healthy woman my Mother was, and is again now in heaven.

My Mom lived a lifetime (37 years) before we were born, and looking at all those albums, I couldn’t even begin to accurately reflect on who she really was then, but can only touch on a few glimpses of the life she shared before us. She grew up in the depression and she learned to be extremely frugal, a trait she never let go of. I swear, some of the aluminum foil she still has saved in her kitchen cabinets is from the 1950’s She was Daddy’s little girl, and she loved her Daddy until she lost him prior to her 18th Birthday, an event which affected her deeply. She told me one of her fondest memory of her Daddy was when he would take her to Revere Beach on hot summer nights after he got home from work…. My Gram thought the beach was dirty, so she would stay home and it gave my Mom and her Dad that special “father/daughter” bonding time. I also see from the photo’s – thanks to my Gram writing on the front of the photo, that Mom went through a “baby fat” period and at age 10 she weighed 105lbs. this was sadly 15 lbs more than when she passed at the age of 76….but by seeing the photo, at least now I know who to thank for my own thunder thighs…..The Keddy Family was a big part of my Mother’s life then. My Gram had 13 brothers & sisters, so spending time with them and their families was a focal point. My Mom also often talked about time spent at Ferry Beach and the Alan A resort, and those photos reflect a young woman just really enjoying her friends and her freedom. She married for the first time at age 21, and she and Bob spent a lot of time with Joan and Ed. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard the story about how Ed & Bob ate 2 Kimball’s Specials at the Homemade ice-cream stand. She loved Kimballs and took us there every year. She got to go again one last time this summer, and long after the rest of us had finished eating, Mom just sat there quietly and slowly eating every last bite. When I asked her if she was ready to go, she said “no, this is my last Kimball’s special and I am going to enjoy it until it’s gone” I didn’t know at the time, she was right, it was her last.

Mom was an unbelievably devoted daughter to her mother, my Gram. From what I recall she lived with my Mom her entire life except for “almost” one night. When she and Bob purchased the house in Reading, my Gram was supposed to move out into her own apartment. Well she did, and several hours after she moved out she called my Mom and said she couldn’t stay there because the apartment had bedbugs, so Gram moved into Moms house into the bedroom that became hers until she died. My Dear Gram lived to be 96, so Mom took care of her, every day until Mom was 64. I remember a day shortly before Gram died, I was already moved out and living in New Hampshire, and Gram said to me, when I go, you need to move back home and look after your Mom, can you promise me that? I did not want to disappoint my Gram but I couldn’t lie to my Gram either and I told her no, I have my own life and job in NH and I didn’t want to move back home. At the time, My Mom completely agreed with me, as much as she loved her Mom, she told me more than once that she didn’t want me to ever be in the same situation as her, and she wanted me to have the freedom to live my life however I wanted to.

Mom attended Medford High School and was enrolled in a work program her Senior year which then led to her placement in the auditing department of the John Hancock Building. Surprise, My Gram also worked at the John Hancock Building in the mailroom. Gram worked there long enough to qualify for full pension. But, thanks to Brother Bill’s pending birth, and due to the “pregnancy rules” of the times, Mom had to leave the company just a couple months shy of qualifying for full pension… this burned her every single month she received that piddly partial pension check in the mail for years to come….

Mom divorced in 1965 and remarried in 1966 to my Dad, George Vincent DiSanto. Audrey desperately wanted children, and she was 35 at this point so her clock was ticking. She wanted a boy and a girl and that’s what she got. Well actually she wanted a girl, but Bill came first so she had to try again. What she didn’t know, and didn’t bargain for was that shortly after she became pregnant with me, she discovered Vinny had Cancer. Sadly, my Dad and I never met, on the day 3 weeks after I was born, my Mom was planning on bringing me to his hospital to see him, but he died before we could get there. Dear brother Bill used to tell me that he died because he heard I was coming to visit, and he would rather pass on to heaven then to have to see my ugly face. (Oh it’s Payback time Bill)

This left the four of us, Mom, Gram, Me and Bill. Gram of course, lived with us, so she was more like a second mother to us growing up. Mom was a little worried, being a single Mom or who would take care of us if something were to happen to us. So she asked Jean & Gil if they would take us in, and with 3 kids of their own, they still agreed, and Moms worries were put to rest. Auntie Jean, when can Billy & I start moving in?
What can I say; Mom was just a great Mother. She rarely raised her voice or yelled at us (and we deserved it at times) and she never, ever cursed. But, um, Well, okay she was strict, but she had to be, Bill was such a little hellion. She was a single Mom trying her best to raise 2 kids the best she could and she was protective. She didn’t allow us to have sleepovers or go to sleepovers, she didn’t allow us to go to most of the school dances, or too many parties. She wouldn’t allow us to go trick or treating for Halloween (oh we hated that one, but in her defense, she didn’t want to leave her elderly mother home alone to answer the door), so instead we were the only kids in the neighborhood who got to dress up in Halloween costumes to hand out candy at the door to other kids…. We were allowed to keep a few pieces of candy for ourselves (but not too many pieces, just whatever was left over, remember she was frugal). I never understood this one, but every spring she wouldn’t allow us to ride our bikes until all the snow and snow banks were melted. Every year, I tried whatever I could to melt the snow banks faster so that Mom would finally allow me to ride….the “not letting us ride our bikes thing” was also used as punishment. We had a rule, we had to be back in the house at dusk… there was many a night Mom was seen walking the neighborhood at dark looking for her delinquent children who were not home yet For a while, we weren’t allowed to ride our bikes out of the neighborhood, but the Dragon Corner Store was a half mile away on West Street and they had candy and wacky stickers so often we snuck to the store, and Bill would sneak back in the house hiding the candy under his shirt. One time though we almost got caught, my bicycle chain broke on West Street, not wanting to get caught, I walked my bike back to the boundary of the neighborhood where we were promptly photographed for the front page of the local newspaper – Mom was so proud of that photo– phew. She never knew…. Poor Bill, he really wanted to play football (I suppose that’s why he runs a fantasy football league now), but there was no way Mom was going to let him possibly hurt himself playing football, so instead she signed him up with me and Holly and about 20 other girls to take ballet and tap-dancing lessons. Gosh he looked so cute, the only boy in a tutu… well okay, it wasn’t a tutu, it was a bright blue satin pantsuit with white lace… there are some things you can just never recover from… Mom did however let him play baseball (the safer sport) and right after those expensive braces came off his teeth, he promptly got his teeth knocked out on a slide into third base. Mom and gram though doted to his every need while he recovered. Now I’m not saying my Mom was abusive but once in while if we got a little out of control she would tie us to a pole in the basement…. Um, no, I guess that was just Bill, and once, but only once, Mom tied him to the dining room chair with her bathrobe belt, I think for not eating his peas… but little Billy was Grams favorite and she promptly came along and cut him free with scissors…. Frugal Mom was not pleased to have her bathrobe belt destroyed.

But seriously, Mom did so much for us growing up. She signed us up for any and all activities we wanted to join from bowling leagues to youth soccer, baseball, softball, basketball, swim lessons, ice-skating, sports camp, piano lessons, clarinet & flute lessons.. the list really goes on and on, and not only did she let us participate in everything, she drove us, and often our friends to every practice, game and lesson, and she was our biggest fan and always in attendance. When you are a kid and you look into the stands and see your Mom watching you, there’s nothing better than that. She had us each on Romper Room and we earned our Romper Room diplomas and bumble bee ring, and she had us each on the Uncle Gus Show, Bill named all the states and won this cool view master view finder, I did the basketball game, missed both my shots and won nothing, Mom also made most of our clothes for several years… at the time it really wasn’t that cool, but looking back, the time, devotion and skill she put into doing that is really heartwarming. When I was three, my favorite doll was a Raggerty Ann doll and she made me an outfit that looked just like my dolls… awwww. She also took us everywhere in her station wagon, every summer we took family trips to Canobie Lake Park, Bensons Wild Animal Farm, Southwick, Eddyville Railroad, the Aquarium, the Museum of Science and many wonderful trips to Wingersheek Beach. On one trip to the beach with her good friend Martha, she accidentally locked her car keys in the trunk… as kids do, we merrily continued on with Martha to enjoy our fun filled day at the beach while poor Mom waited for hours in the parking lot waiting for help to get them out. Sorry Mom. The only trip I don’t have a fond memory of was one of my grandmother’s birthday trips. Now granted, it was my grandmother’s day, but we were only around 10. We drove 3 hours one way to Vermont (boring) to go on a 2 hr train ride (also boring), but our special treat was we were also going to go to Santa Land (yay!!!), unfortunately we got there right when it was closing so for consolation we got to buy one small item in the Santa Land gift shop before the 3 hr drive home. Mom always felt about that trip… but to be honest it really was a good memory.

When we were kids, my Mom was an active member of this church and she sang in the church choir for many years. She had a wonderful singing voice and she really loved to sing. Choir practice was always in the morning before the service so every Sunday morning we would pick up Joan and Holly and head off to church, She always made me wear a dress and shoes which meant in those hours of free time before Sunday School started I couldn’t play basketball downstairs with the boys. Oh I hated that… but not to disappoint you Mom, I’m wearing a dress for you today. Mom also joined the hand bell choir for a couple of years and she made Bill and I join too. I have to laugh remembering those midweek hand bell rehearsals – no offense to anyone, but we really were not very good.

Mom always tried to help us out whenever she could. One year our bowling league ran a bowl athon for MS and the top Male and Female fundraiser would receive a new bike. Mom drove us all over the town of Reading to try to win us those new bikes, and with her help, we both did. In later years, Bill and I each had a Boston Globe Paper route and they were giving out $5000 College scholarships if you kept your route for 3 years. Neither of us was able or wanted to keep doing the route that long, so Mom took it upon herself to take over the paper routes so we would each earn that scholarship. She helped each of us get our first “used” cars, and then our second “used” car when we wrecked the first one (okay, wrecking the first car that was just me…)

When Bill and I got older and eventually moved out of the house, Mom was still always there for us. As frugal as she was, she loaned each of us money to help us put a down payment on buying a house of our own. She was never judgmental, and always tried to support our career choices, our choice of significant others, and our lifestyles. And if she didn’t agree with any of out choices, she tried very hard to bite her toungue… she never wanted to hurt either of our feelings.

When my Gram died in 1995, understandably, my Mom was affected very deeply. And her passing left a hole in my Mom’s life that would remain for the 12 short years she continued on. Mom had always dreamed of taking a cruise and without the responsibly of being a caregiver, she and I took that cruise. It was truly a wonderful and special time to be able to spend with my Mom. A couple years later I booked a trip to Florida, and for the first time in her life, she traveled to Orlando and the two of us went to Epcot and Sea world, Cypress Gardens, and her favorite the Arabian Nights. A couple more years later we went on a second cruise to Bermuda out of Boston, and although there were numerous technical difficulties aboard the ship – the vacation was still a wonderful time to spend with my Mom. Without a doubt though, the best trip was in October of 2000 when Mom, Bill and I traveled to Nova Scotia Canada to visit Mahone Bay, Clearland, Halifax and numerous other stops along the way. Bill and I had always heard about the Keddy Home in Clearland, the place held so dear in the hearts of the Keddy Clan. For the first time Bill and I got to visit and Mom was just so pleased to show us everything Gram had shown her. We had the opportunity to learn about our past and Mom especially was able to visit many cousins on her Daddy Slawenwhites branch of the family who still live in and around Mahone Bay. That trip completed Mom’s desire to travel and no matter how hard I tried to convince her to take another trip somewhere, she always declined. A small indication that Mom’s world was getting smaller.

As both Bill and my own lives got busier, our visits were never long enough of often enough for Mom. But Christmas time was always special. Mom always opened her home to us and our significant other and we always reminisced about our childhood and laughed. At this point, Mom didn’t give us too much for Christmas anymore, but she always made sure that everyone in the room opened the same amount of presents. Bill and I would watch as our partners opened their stocking gifts wrapped in recycled Christmas paper from the 1970’s, and oohed and awed over their store bought gifts of toothpaste, deodorant and cute knick knacks, when Bill and I opened our gifts wrapped in the same recycled paper, we laughed and joked as our gifts were stuff from Mom’s cellar that Mom didn’t want anymore. Occasionally, Bill would get something from our pasts that actually belonged to me or vise versa and then we would have to fight each other to get it back. I think a couple of times I just hid the item back in the cellar so I could get it again another year. I have one other fond memory of a Christmas Comment my Mother made in front of our partners. Mom was always so proud of Billy’s job and his success at his job (but come-on I was supposed to be Mom’s favorite – the daughter she always wanted). Bill started to brag about how he didn’t go to college and how he got this really good job making decent money (blah blah blah) and how I went to 4 years of college, spent all that money and had an okay job. Mom jumped right in and said well, Bill was always very smart in school. Looking for a little support I said what about me Mom? Was I smart? Without missing a beat, she said matter of factly, well, no, you were just average. Ouch,!! like Bill will ever let me live that one down.

My Mom was also a big cat person, all her life she had one to four cats at a time to keep her company. I’m sure right now in heaven she is apologizing to 2 of her cats that she accidentally ran over in the driveway… oops. When Mom’s last cat – Spooky died 2 years ago, again she was left with a very heavy heart, and she said no more cats and refused to get another. Bill and I felt she needed another cat for company, but again she could not be convinced otherwise, and her world got a little bit smaller.

Mom’s biggest passion however was her bowling. She earned a spot on the TV show candlepins for cash and then was too nervous and only bowled a one. But her game was ten pins. For close to 50 years she was a year-round, 3 leagues a week bowler. She absolutely loved being the secretary of her leagues, and she ran many leagues with her co- bowling fanatics, Manny & Danny, and she was always putting in lots of time and effort. The dining room table at home was always covered with her bowling work. Oh and she loved her bowlers too. She became the friend, surrogate mother, sister, grandmother, of many of the people she bowled with each week. More often than not she was at the bowling lanes at least once a day. She always allowed her bowlers to prebowl if they were going to miss a night so they did not get penalized by paying for bowling that they didn’t actually get to do. But the truth is, she just loved the game, loved the bowling alley and loved the people so much, that she truly enjoyed using any available free time to be involved in one way or the other. After close to 50 years of bowling, she retired a couple of years ago, physically she said it was too hard at her age, and all the bowling work finally became too much for her, and with much regret she walked away from her lifetime passion, and with sadness, her world got a little bit smaller.

I think my Mom knew something was not quite right with her a couple of years ago, and often my visits were peppered with her comments that she felt her time was close to the end. Not long ago, my cat attacked a mouse in my house and I rescued it, barely alive, with gashes and both eyes sealed shut, I should have let the cat finish it off. But instead I went out to Wal-Mart and purchased a hamster cage, some bedding and some food and I placed the little mouse, and named it “it” in the cage for recovery. It was really bad off, but 4 days later one little eye opened and the next day the 2nd eye opened. In another week “it” was running in the hamster wheel, “it” was a miracle. Now granted another week later, the cat knocked the whole cage on the floor allowing “it” to escape and shortly thereafter, that was the end of “it”, but that is not the point….. On my visits home, my Mom kept reminding me that I was her health care proxy and that she absolutely did not went to be kept alive by artificial means. She also never wanted to end up in a nursing home or be in any situation where she had no quality of life, she said “that is no life”… and she said to me, that’s why I made you my proxy, I know you’ll honor my wishes…. I remember each time she reminded me of that I thought of “it” and thought “come on, I’m a bleeding heart” if there is even the slightest chance of recovery, I know I’ll be pushing for that chance… I just prayed it wouldn’t come down to that….

I was at a point where I was talking to my Mom on the phone about 3 or 4 days a week. I spoke to her for an hour on the evening of Dec 30th, which meant that I probably would not have called the house again for at least a couple of days. The next day, on Dec 31st, around 8:30 in the morning my Mom decided to take a bath, she turned the heat up to 85, and when her bath was over, she didn’t have the physical strength to get out of the tub, though she tried and tried. My poor, sweet mother remained in that tub until 6pm the following day – around 33 hours in the tub. Thank god for angels on earth, my Moms neighbor, Dorothy Lautzenhieser saved her life that day, she realized she had not seen or heard from Audrey so she came knocking, and found the back door unlocked (which my Mom, never does). When she found my Mom, she was really, really bad off. I honestly don’t know how much longer she would have survived. Dorothy, thank you so much.

My Mom spent 5 nights in the hospital and 21 days in rehab and then was released to come home, but the diagnosis was early dementia. And so my Moms rough road continued. If you have never known anyone with dementia, it is a horrible disease that eventually rips away everything about the person you once knew and leaves a mere shell with just small reminders of the person who you once knew. I believe my Mom had other underlying health issues which were also advancing, but my Moms illness progressed quickly over the course of the year, Bill and I wanted to keep her home, and trying to understand as much as possible about the illness that we could, we became her caregivers. I purchased 10 different books about the disease and read in horror as to where the road in front of my Mom was going to take her. My job was absolutely wonderful and they allowed me to use a laptop to work from Reading so I could care for my Mom 4 days a week. Bill and I were in almost daily communication via email and phone over how to care for Mom, we made doctors appointments and tried to get numerous diagnoses and requested testing and held out hope for improvement, but every week we saw our Mom slip a little further away from the person she used to be. And every week brought different issues and challenges we had to learn how to deal with. My Moms world was already so small but her TV especially her Red Sox and game shows, still gave her quality of life, but eventually even that became too confusing for her and too hard to follow. She was smiling so much less now, and it broke our hearts everyday to witness it while trying to do everything we could think of to help. I don’t think a day went by that I didn’t cry for her, she was always on my mind. After 7 months at home a 2am confusion incident sent her back to the hospital, which in turn sent her to rehab for another 20 days, she came back home, now requiring 24/7 supervision and assistance with all activities of daily living. Nighttime was the worst, and I always had to sleep with one ear open. She would often wake to use the bathroom and become confused, and I would always listen to make sure she made it safely back to bed. One night, she was up for a particularly long time, so I got up to check on her. I found her standing in the hallway, looking lost and scared, and when she saw me she started to cry and asked “Where’s our Mommies?” I led her back to bed and lay down with her, and in the half hour it took for her to fall back asleep, we both lay there crying as she called out continually for her Mommy and Daddy to come help her. It was heartbreaking and I was helpless to help her. She was home 10 days and she fell and broke her hip, started to recover, but then contracted pneumonia and just really went down hill from there.

The reality that Mom is actually gone form this earth is heartbreaking, I can’t help but still think of all the things I wish I had done for her or could of done for her. But close to the end she was where she never wanted to be, in a life where the life she knew was already gone. My Mom passed away on the day her insurance was going to stop paying for her stay and care and the rehab center (see there’s that frugal side again) and on a day, Bill and I were going to have to regrettably act as her health care proxy and place her on hospice and make decisions about the future direction of her health care. I think she knew I would be too much of a bleeding heart and she chose to go before I had to choose for her. In one of the books that I read, the question was posed is there anything that is positive about this terrible disease,
of dementia, and when I first read it, my answer was an adamant NO. Why does someone, like my Mom who has been so wonderful have to suffer like this? But now that she is finally resting in peace, I am so utterly grateful to have been blessed that Dorothy saved my Mom so that I was able to spend so much time with my Mom this past year even as heartbreaking as the whole experience was. I am only regretful that my Mom had to be suffering and in need before I finally came home to honor my grandmothers wishes.

In closing (I know – sorry it was so long) ,First of all I truly want to thank all of Moms wonderful family and friends for making my Moms life such a rewarding and fulfilling one over the years. And for filling all those photographs with so many smiles. And special thanks to Auntie Jean for her love and for arranging her service today with care.

I read a passage in a book where it was discussing life on the other side. In this chapter it said that when spirits arrive on the other side who are confused such as from dementia that if their spirits require it they will enter a cocooning process, where the spirit is put into a restful, healing, twilight sleep and receive constant care and a steady infusion of God’s compassion, peace, and kind empowering love. The Cocooning process lasts for as long as it takes for the spirit to feel healthy and whole again and the spirit awakes with the joy of being home.

I know my Mom is home with her Mommy & Daddy and those thoughts give me peace. Until we meet again, we love you Mom.

Jeannette Oliveira

December 12, 2007

So sorry to learn of the loss of your Mother. May the happy memories of times spent with her help to comfort you at this time.
With sympathy, Jeannette Oliveira
(Liisa's Mom)

Carol O'Gorman

December 11, 2007

I am Carol O'Gorman, Grace Keddy Ware's grandaughter, and a cousin of Audrey. My parents are Ruby and John Ferguson, and on behalf of all of us I would like to express our deepest sympathy to Bill and Cynthia and their families. We've kept in touch even with all the miles between, and I'm sad for us, but happy for Audrey, as I believe she is in a far better place.
Our thoughts are with you. Love, Carol

Lois Scott

December 9, 2007

I am touched by the passing of Audrey. Fond childhood memories prevail as I recall seeing a very beautiful Audrey, the pride of her mother, my grand aunt Lena,and her father, George, sit for pictures in my family's living room. My father, Orrin (Bud) Cafrella, was the amateur photographer of the family in those days. It was always nice to see Audrey and family at our reunions. God's peace and love to her family.

Bill DiSanto

December 8, 2007

I love you Mom.

Karen Morse

December 6, 2007

Audrey was a remarkable woman and dear friend. I will miss her deeply. Please know that you are all in my heart and prayers. She will be forever missed. I know how much she loved all of you and I will cherish all of my memories of her. I am grateful to have known her. All my love, Karen

Kim Dumont

December 6, 2007

Cindy,
I am truely sorry for the loss of your mother. My thoughts are with you and your family. Stay strong.

Jill Gustafson

December 6, 2007

Please accept my sympathy for your loss. May the love of friends and family see you through this time.

Kris Roberts

December 6, 2007

Bill,
I'm so very sorry to hear of your mother's passing. Having gone through this myself last year, I understand how difficult and traumatic this process can be. Remember to lean on your family and friends, who love and support you. Time heals and God doesn't give us anything we can't handle.
My prayers and thoughts are with you dear friend.

Annie Wargo (Tucker)

December 6, 2007

Please accept my deepest sympathies.

Susan Greco (LoVuolo)

December 6, 2007

Cynthia and Billy, I was sad to hear of the passing of your mother. I also have good childhood memories of your mom at your house. I remember every Saturday morning without fail she would pick me up at 6:30 a.m. for bowling, she was a very nice woman and my thoughts and prayers are with you both at this difficult time.

Joan Russo

December 6, 2007

I have so many fond memories of Audrey and her Mom, my aunt Lena and my Mom Verna. We visited often either in Reading or Stoneham and had wonderful lunches and so much silly fun. Audrey took such good care of her Mom.My memories of those time and of Audrey will always remain. My thoughts and heartfelt sympathies are with you, Cynthie and Billy.

Paula Casoni

December 6, 2007

Dear Bill, I was so sorry to hear of your lovely mother's passing. She was one of the best. I will always cherish my memories of her and bowling. I will miss her very much. Remember the party we had a few years back? I have wonderful pictures of her that I will cherish forever. My best to your family.

Dan McCarthy

December 6, 2007

Audrey was great friend to all of us. She was the secretary and treasurer of our bowling league, Thursday Mixed Foursome in Burlington, MA and then in No. Reading when the Burlington lanes closed. Audrey was a league secretary and treasurer for 48 years, she loved to bowl. She cared deeply about the bowling league and each of us, as she touched and guided us as the central organizer over the many years. I remember some of the banquets and prize ceremonies we had; at Diamond Head, the Burlington Swim and Tennis club, the American Legion and host of other places; she was always always prepared! It’s hard to think in this age, she accomplished these tasks with out a computer! All of us that have met and bowled with Audrey loved her, and we have and will miss her! She will be in our hearts forever!

Liisa (Fish) Mackey

December 6, 2007

Cynthia and Billy, I was saddened to learn of your mother's passing. I have many great memories from our "bowling days" in Burlington, of which your mother was a big part. Please accept my condolences at this most difficult time. You are in my thoughts.

Luella (Lucy) (Fenton) Thompson

December 6, 2007

I have fond memories of visiting the Slawenwhite family as a child, and enjoyed seeing Audrey at subsequent family reunions. The Fenton extension of the Kedy clan sends our sympathy to Bill and Cindy and their families.

Edie Fenton

December 6, 2007

Audrey was my cousin, high school class mate, and dear friend. I'm so glad we were able to attend together our high school class reunion recently. My sympathy to Bill & Cindy and families.

Katherine Elers

December 5, 2007

Audrey was a wonderful friend to my mother Lorraine Elers. I especially remember her cat "Mickey" who would often visit our home on Edgemont Ave. I will never forget the summer of 2000 when I sold my family home. Audrey was so supportive and kind to me. She will be missed. My sincere sympathy. Kitty Elers

1997 Keddy Family Reunion, Spencer MA

Charles(Chick) Fenton

December 5, 2007

Second cousin Audrey was a wonderful person and we send our deepest sympathy to Bill and Cindy and there children and grandchildren. It has been a while since we have seen Audrey, probably the last time was at the 1997 Keddy family reunion in Spencer MA. Audry's Mom Lena was my Grandmother Louella (Keddy) Cafrella's sister. Because of my work schedule, neither one of us can make the funeral events this week, and I am so sorry about that. I always admired Audrey as a great person, and she will be missed by us all in the Keddy clan.

Charles(Chick) and Janet Fenton, Medford MA

John B. Douglass & John B. Douglass II

December 5, 2007

This book of memories is to serve as a record of the services you entrusted to us. We hope it will help to preserve treasured memories and that we, in some small measure, have helped to ease your burden and bring you comfort.

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