MARIAN A. HICKEY

I had the pleasure of meeting Marian just a few weeks before her passing. My mother moved into Autumn Ridge a day after Marian’s 96th birthday. They sat together at the same table for meals. Although her mind was obviously failing her, she struck me as a gentle and kind hearted woman. A few days after moving in, my mother came down with a terrible cold. It sucked the energy out of her and made her loose her appetite. During the time my mother was suffering from her cold, Marian frequently...