Constance Jo Rail "Connie" Olson

One more year without you, my dear. Missing you, always grateful for meeting you that Texan humid spring. God bless you for ever and ever, your argentinean son. EJK

I remember Connie almost every day. Even another year since she passed the way I can´t beleave she is gone. We used to have two words to say when we were dreaming awake in loud voice: Solo imagínalo (in English just imagine). I love you for ever and ever. And I miss you so much MY CAM (Crazy American Mom) EK

My father's daughter, my sister.

My father's daughter, my sister.

Connie was nine years older than me. We had different mothers and grew up in different homes, but when I was a young girl, I absolutely idolized her. She was my glamorous older sister. We grew apart over the years, with our different upbringings and sometimes differing values, but we always stayed in touch, and reconnected more closely in the last couple of years.

After her passing, a couple of my friends told me she looked like a “kind...

Connie and Mom in 1997.
Had to share this photo!

I am Edgardo Kawior, as the obituary say "Connies 2nd son". I have a lot of memories since I met Connie in Houston May 1997, but I prefer to remember our visit to CJ and John in 2014. At the picture, with my kids.

Fly, mom. Your soul shold be close to Chad, your mom and Max. Id like to believe that we see each other again... Solo imaginalo*

Love you for ever.
EJK