I hope by now you found your bestie and old pal Jay, and that the two of you are exchanging scarves and giggles about the past. No doubt you've also exchanged life story struggles. Perhaps the comments about your jeans being too tight or your heels being too generated good old belly laughter at the very least!
We miss you Ma, yet know that your spirit is forever present. Shaynee and I have rekindled our sisterhood and talk often, and Ryan is doing quite well. He met someone that truly loves him—so great after the loss of his Kimmy.
I'm so glad you don't have to go through all the craziness of this twisted political atmosphere, and our planet's warming—and the worst of it all, COVID. We know that you and Ira, Grandma, Leon, Kimmy, and now Jay are in a safer (and far more loving) and peaceful environment and that warms our hearts. Sending lots of love and virtual hugs to our Manonie Macaroni, AKA: MA MA! XX00 Risa & Wally
So funny that this morning I stumbled across the e-mail that mom had sent me to bring me to this page all those years ago. And now I'll be creating a page for her. I hope that you and mama and oma are all somewhere amazing. I hope that you guys and all the loved ones we've lost are at peace. There is not a day that has gone by, since you left, that I don't think of you. I miss you, I miss my mama soooo much. I feel so lost and lonely without her in my world. I know what I am supposed to do, what I should do. It seems like every time I take a few steps forward, something happens and I fall twenty giant leaps behind. I know there's a reason, a purpose for me being here. I need guidance. Please. I love ❤️ and miss you always.
Nikki
Your spirit shines bright in the hearts and souls of those you've touched - especially me. I'm continually reminded of your beauty, artistic talents and brilliant mind - always sharp as a tack and so witty! Your fans and followers continue to remind me of how much they miss your energy,empathetic ear and generosity. Know that you are loved every day, not just on this annual memorial. I thank you for sharing your extraordinary talents with me. I find myself creating just as much as you painted or sculpted or shaped the mud to make those one-of-a-kind pots. I miss talking to you about the world, politics - oh, dear if you were here, the Gods would hear us shouting. When you see dad, please give hugs and kisses and let him know I miss him so much too. The two of you have created some amazing kids who are doing wonderful things in the world. Without your zealous spirit and energizer bunny DNA, these wonderful things would not be actualizing. Thank you for it ALL, on behalf of us ALL -- and with the "ALL" that encompasses the ALL of you -- we ALL bless you! I love you. - Risa
Only those who were in here presence truly understand this. This along with being one of the most perceptive human beings I have ever met.
I am completely blessed for being touched by her and can only hope I brought her a sense of me which resonated half as much as she did for me.
Its 7:00 am here.
It's been 1/2 a decade now since I seen you in this physical life,
but a second hasn't passed that Im always feeling your love & guidance eternally & spiritually !
You have always been there for me!
Without a wavering doubt your strength , love & principles have always given me the strive to be a better person.
I love you mom.
Thank you for being you!
PS: Tell dad I love & miss him more than words could ever express!
You both have a blissful day,
Ryan
Voy a recordarte siempre; tu espiritu, la energia, la alegria y tantas otras cosas.
Ya tengo cosas de mi corazon. Creo que voy a morir en corto plaza. Espero que nuestros espiritus encontraron.JP
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I hope by now you found your bestie and old pal Jay, and that the two of you are exchanging scarves and giggles about the past. No doubt you've also exchanged life story struggles. Perhaps the comments about your jeans being too tight or your heels being too generated good old belly laughter at the very least!
We miss you Ma, yet know that your spirit is forever present. Shaynee and I have rekindled our sisterhood and talk often, and Ryan is doing quite well. He met someone that truly loves him—so great after the loss of his Kimmy.
I'm so glad you don't have to go through all the craziness of this twisted political atmosphere, and our planet's warming—and the worst of it all, COVID. We know that you and Ira, Grandma, Leon, Kimmy, and now Jay are in a safer (and far more loving) and peaceful environment and that warms our hearts. Sending lots of love and virtual hugs to our Manonie Macaroni, AKA: MA MA! XX00 Risa & Wally
So funny that this morning I stumbled across the e-mail that mom had sent me to bring me to this page all those years ago. And now I'll be creating a page for her. I hope that you and mama and oma are all somewhere amazing. I hope that you guys and all the loved ones we've lost are at peace. There is not a day that has gone by, since you left, that I don't think of you. I miss you, I miss my mama soooo much. I feel so lost and lonely without her in my world. I know what I am supposed to do, what I should do. It seems like every time I take a few steps forward, something happens and I fall twenty giant leaps behind. I know there's a reason, a purpose for me being here. I need guidance. Please. I love ❤️ and miss you always.
Nikki





Manon and I shared an 8th grade class in Oswego in 1944-1945, Manon was ny first "puppy love", I was 12 years old at the time and Manon was a few months older. She was beautiful beyond words, with her curly black hair and startling blue eyes. I fell madly in love with her, but given our ages, I could do nothing about it. Our stay in Fort Ontario came to an end in January 1946 and we parted ways for many years. I never stopped thinking about her, however, and missed my chance to meet with her again in 1994, when Manon attended the 50th reunion commemorating our arrival in the U.S. 17 years later, I was shocked and deeply saddended when I heard that Manon had tragically left us at the premature age of 79. But it's gratifying to know that she lived a largely happy life, despite losing both former husbands. I have often fantasized about what might have come to pass if we had stayed in contact. Manon was that special a person.
I am now 84 and happily married, with a beauriful daughter and her 3 children, but I still think often of that gorgeous girl with black hair and blue eyes. You, her f
survivors. must treasure your memories of her.