Mrs A was a second mom to me growing up. I was always there being best friends with Billy and later becoming great family with everyone I enjoyed many of those Italian dinners and actually carry on some of her legacy here in Florida with some of the tricks she taught me in making meatballs, and the trick of making them to be “fork smashed” for sandwich purposes. She will be missed greatly and I hope she knows how appreciated she was by me , and for everything she did for me and/or my family.

Much love to you, rest in peace, Mrs A. ❤️

She wasn't there in my childhood photos or in my earliest memories, yet the minute she came into my life, it was like she was always there.

No shared past, no years of growing up together, just an effortless connection. She's the one I never had to second guess, sincere, genuine, unpretentious... the real deal. Without her even trying, MaryAnn felt like home.

I will forever miss my friend, who came later, yet felt like home.

Rest in the arms of the Angels, my dear friend, MaryAnn, until we meet again.

And then you will, once again, feel like home to me.