Antoinette, I am your brother Tom's age. He and I even attended kindergarten at Cameron School. Our Moms knew each other back then. You made me feel so special whenever you smiled at me. Your eyes sparkled. I recall walking home down Thomas Street when you came up behind me and said "Hi". Then you laughed, and I watched you, books in your arms, run up Lawndale to your home. I thought it was so neat that one of the "big kids" noticed me! Thanks for your smiles, Antoinette.
-- (Beth Troka, Acquaintance)
I have no memory of you, sister, for I was born 16 months after your
death. Your photos hang in our mother's home; you and I look very much alike. I lost a great part of myself before I took my first breath. Often I wonder how much better life might have been for our family if only you had survived! When I look at your picture your eyes seem to speak to me. I feel your spiritual presence -- it's comforting.
Dear sister dear guardian angel. I Love you!
-- (James Anthony Patrasso, Brother)