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Friday Oct 27, 2023

Deepest sympathy.

Julie Galleshaw -

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Friday Oct 27, 2023

So sorry Sue, prayers and thoughts are with you.

Maryellen Simas -

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Friday Oct 27, 2023

My heartfelt condolences to your whole family Marcelle. You were and are larger than life

Sarah Smith - (Providence)

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Saturday Oct 28, 2023

Sue, So sorry to hear about your Mother's passing. May Gid give you strength to tolerate the pain. I know how much you loved your Mom and what she meant to you and your family. Celebrate all the good times and smile with the memories that you have made to cherish forever...

MaryAnne Barry - (Cranston)

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Wednesday Nov 01, 2023

My deepest condolences to Genevieve, Susan, and Pasco. My dear Aunt Marcelle, you will be so missed. You were my Godmother, and you influenced my life in so many ways. My memories of your kindness, spirituality, spunk, humor, strength, and beauty will live with me forever. Your absence will leave a hole in my heart.

Therese Barry - (Franklin, MA)

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Thursday Nov 02, 2023

Most people that knew or met my grandmother, fell in love with her. She had natural charm, a twinkle in her eye, and a playful spirit. From weekly sleepovers with my siblings as a child, where I frequently found myself in trouble with grandma, to very intimate conversations filled with wisdom and advice as a young woman, my grandma was my safe landing. She was there for me at times when no one else was. However, we didn’t always start out “thick as thieves.” As the youngest of 4, I basically got away with murder at home, but not at grandmaman’s house. I would return home from a visit and declare to my mom, “I don’t like your mother!” English was not my grandma’s first language and as a young child, I did not appreciate how hard she worked to learn English. So when she said diary, but meant diarrhea, naturally my siblings and I laughed so hard at her, that the following week when we came for our weekly sleepover, she only spoke to us in French, as punishment. As I grew older, I came to appreciate all the “comforts” of grandma. Like how she gave us cream instead of milk for our breakfast cereal, she took me back to school shopping every year (and shopped at the “expensive” stores), she picked me up from school when I was sick, (my mom was a single parent of 4), and served me warm homemade pudding, while propped up on down filled pillows, and gave me a bell to ring if I needed her. Grandma had mastered the art of “royal treatment,” although, she would tell you she was a “terrible nurse.” She helped foster my deep love of reading, from time spent reading side by side in her bed as a young child, to sharing and discussing books as an adult. She was my very first penpal as a child exchanging letters in the mail despite only living one town apart. I remember one time after trouble at home, I rode my bike all the way to her house, thinking to myself, I was running away to grandma’s house. She was there to welcome me with open arms and wipe my tears, but also secretly called my mom to let her know I was there. We did a road trip to Canada in the summer when I was 11 years old. She said I was her “co-pilot” and she taught me how to read a map. We ate at Burger King along the way, but grandma always called it, “Burger Chef.” We stopped at Niagara Falls and stayed at the Holiday Inn (very fancy for an 11yo. old in the 90s), where she had me pose for pretend “candid” shots. “Act surprised,” she’d instruct! She bought my sister and I cartons of cigarettes (much to my mother’s dismay) when we were mere teenagers, defending her actions to my mother by saying, “they will smoke either way!” I remember thinking I had the coolest grandma there ever was. She began emailing and using a computer in her late 70s and she was no stranger to ordering off of Amazon well into her 90s. She was a woman born way before her time. She believed in the importance of women being “autonomous.” She told me once, “to never get married,” (advice I have followed to this day). And despite being a woman of great faith, she had very liberal beliefs about God and religion. A skeptic myself, when I got my first tattoo, a small cross on my wrist, she patted it and said, “you’ll be okay.” I liked to think I brought out the sass in my grandma. We’d find ourselves giggling wildly over lunch at her table under the green light, where I’d get her to say something out-of-character, and she’d tease, “you’re a bad influence,” or, “you crazy girl!” Grandma’s passing got me thinking a lot about lasts. The last time she cooked a meal for me, the last time we had one of our talks, the last time I watched her open a gift… she would squeal with delight like a 5 year old, (one of my favorite things to witness). In one of our last talks, she declared October her month! She said she was born in October, she was married in October, and she wanted to die in October. I guess you got your wish, grandma. Her last words to me were, “Until the next time. There will be a next time.” I look forward to the “next time.”
Love you Grandma,
Your crazy girl, Liza.

Liza Perlini - (Pascoag, RI)

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