My memories of Aunt Rose begin when I was a very little girl and she was a teenager.How special I felt to be her friend. Rose was only 13 or 14 when I was born. Another special memory comes much later at my mother's funeral. She noticed everyone in my family had someone to walk with as we processed into the church before the funeral She took my hand and we walked together and she held me firm and calm all during the service.
November 07, 2012 | North Haven,, CT