(_no, dear daughter, it is not pronounced cannoli_)
Great Grandma Conlee and Grandpa Chittenden died very close together, in time and space, both from cancer. I was very young, 4 or 5 years old – the age when you really just start having memories that stick with you. My memories of Grandma Conlee were her in her hospital bed, near the window of our front room. My mom nursed Grandma Conlee to the end, as my Grandma C. was nursing Grandpa C. to his end, right next door.
They were both strong, old-fashioned, good-hearted people. I hear stories of them, and I miss out on knowing them.
p=. _*I can only imagine….*_