I remember when I was a little girl riding my bike to Aunt Antoinette's house. I would often go there to swim or eat dinner and she always greeted me with a smile. I loved being there and felt very much at home. She cooked just like my Mom. Her gravy was authentic " Italian" just like my Mom too.
When my mother was in the hospital, I cried in her arms many times and she comforted me like she would her own child. I was called Beeps" and Annette was "Bops". I will miss her very much. She was my second Mom growing up. Rest in peace Aunt Antoinette. I love you! xoxo
