Saturday, May 26, 2018
Mrs. Frost, as I always called her, was a second mother to me - more so than my own in so many ways. Many, many nights when my best friend Sharon, Rick and Jeanette were not even home, I would come visit; sit in the kitchen, watch her cook and ask her about life. The wisdom she imparted has stayed with me to this day - as well as her passion for cooking and baking. I am a better person for having known her. I know the gates of heaven opened wide to welcome her and that she will prove to be of good service to St. Peter.
