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Adalberto Sanchez posted a condolence
Saturday, June 29, 2019
Grace’s family: I'm so sorry for your loss. I went through a similar situation and I was very helped by the hope that I found in the Bible in John 5:28, which says, "Do not amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out". I am sending you a link with more information on this hope.
https://www.jw.org/en/publications/magazines/awake-no3-2018-nov-dec/
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Annette Huenke posted a condolence
Friday, June 21, 2019
Grace Scavelli was a pivotal figure throughout my late teens and twenties. To my mind, she exemplified the great matriarch — kind, wise, calm, heart-centered. It was a joy to share her presence. With a wonderful sense of humor and seemingly unlimited patience, she appeared totally unflappable. And she was a spectacular cook! My life was greatly enriched by knowing Grace, and her family.
May your mystical journey be a reflection of the life you lived and love you so willingly shared, Grace B. Scavelli. Sending condolences and thoughts of healing for Fran, Char, Frank and Lou, and your progeny. Grace’s very long life was a triumph — the blessings bestowed upon you all by her spirit will live eternally.
with gratitude and deep fondness,
Annette Huenke
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Shana Scavelli uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Shana Scavelli uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Christmas Brunch 2015
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Mom and dad in 1990 on the Bluenose Ferry, Maine.
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Charlotte Deon uploaded photo(s)
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Mom as a beautiful young woman.
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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Grace with her first great-granddaughter
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Jane Deon posted a condolence
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
When I sat by Grammy’s bed for the last time, I was a writer without the right words.
Grammy loved to read, and I love that she and I loved books. She out-read me, and I told her so as I sat next to her. Every time I talked to her on the phone over the years, usually once a week, she’d ask me, “Jane, dear, what are you reading?” From Shakespeare to the classics, to bestsellers and literary fiction, Grammy loved a good story. She once said to me about the Poldark series, “How could anyone imagine such a world so complete, with all those characters?” Grammy even enjoyed my poetry, and she read the whole first draft of my novel, and found something to love in that, too. When I saw her the day before the last time, I told her I was teaching high school English in September. And she asked me, “Are you going to teach Hamlet?”
And so I like to think of Grammy’s life as a book, just as sweeping, just as complex, and just as beautiful as the ones she enjoyed. She told me stories of growing up in New York, of going to the movies when she was a little girl, of her parents eating snails in the kitchen, with details just as rich as those of some of her favorite writers. She lived through the changes of a century, from a childhood in the 1920s to seeing pictures of her great grandchildren on a tablet in 2019. Lately she liked to tell me about coming to visit me and my sisters in Wolcott when we were little. I remember her making Halloween costumes for us, one time an elf, another time poodle skirts. As in any great epic, there was love, and joy, and heartbreak. We all know the story of letters from Grampy, declaring that he hoped that “Grace wasn’t getting any ideas,” and how “those ideas,” whoever they belonged to, turned into a marriage that lasted until Grampy passed away. She lived to see her children have their own families, to see her grandchildren grow up, and to enjoy her great grandchildren. Always the protagonist, she was smart, and strong, and accomplished. She taught, she painted, she traveled to Italy. And she loved to eat – we ate well, so many times, so many dinners, so much pasta and conversation and laughter. We talked about life and work, politics and the news, and always, “What are you reading?”
To me, she will always be Grammy, loving, kind, wonderful, open-armed with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. I will always have her voice in my head when I look at my bookshelf, every book a reminder of a conversation, of a particular time, a marker in my life and hers. How we lingered on the ending of All the Light We Cannot See. How she liked Ferrante more than I did. What we both loved about The Book Thief. So many more. I know what we talked about, what we liked, where I was when the conversation happened.
So as I sat there by her bed with all the right words escaping me, one thing I said to Grammy was, “Didn’t we have fun talking about books?” And when it was time for me to leave, I told her I loved her, in English and Italian, and she said she loved me too. And just like the ending to a great book, it’s the last lines that count, that hold the truth of all the words spoken through all the years that came before. I love you, Grammy.
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Tuesday, June 18, 2019
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