Mary Frances Tucker

Dear Tom,

In these difficult moments we are with all our heart with you. When meeting Mary Frances the first time when you came to Luxembourg in the nineties we had the feeling she was a member of our family. She showed a great interest in our families and the country - a country you met under the horrible conditions of world war II. What a courage she had to marry you just before you were shipped to old Europe in 1944.

Micky Faber (now Becker) and Suzette Faber (now Raths)...

Grandma,

I will always remember coming to your house as a little girl and being so excited about spending the night. I used to love it when you read "Mr. Jeremy Fisher" at bedtime and going through the front closet for toys!

Whenever you spoke of meeting me for the first time (I was 2), you used to tell me I was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

As I got older, you gave me many words of wisdom....of course, I didn't always listen, but I always respected you and what you...

Dear
Mary-Frances,
It's so hard to think that we'll never see you, hug you or
just phone you again. We'll miss you so much.
We'll cherish the memory of
the wonderful time that we had with you and Tom; your kindness, your smile
and also your bursts of laughter...
We'll never forget you, dearest friend,
you are in our hearts and our prayers for ever. We love you

Tom,receive my deepest sympathy from France.
Didier.

I think of you and know what is right and wrong, I think of you and I hear a voice of wisdom, and most of all when I think of you a smile appears on my face and that warm feeling of comfort that you always gave washes over me.
You will be missed dearly Grandma!!
Tee

Dear M.F.,
You promised to put in a good word for me if you got to Heaven 1st. There you are and I'm counting on you,as usual.
I will love you and miss you always.
Ardie

We only met Mary Frances for a few days in Reading, PA. She wsa a charming and gracious lady whom I wish we could have spent more time with. God go with you, Mary Frances.

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.
My wonderful Mother In-law, you will be missed. I will always remember our...