Every time I whistle, I will think of her.
Every time I eat an apple pie, carrot cake or drink tea, I will think of her.
Every time I am home in Connecticut, I will take a drive down Blood Rd and pause in front of the home I spent so much time at growing up.
Every time I see my family, I will catch a glimpse of my beloved grandma in their many faces.
For without all of the memories and times with my Grandma Maheu, I would not be the person I am today.
In loving memory of the beautiful person she was.
I love you and miss you, Grandma.
Your granddaughter for always,
Gwen Allison Aulerich</b></font><br><br>
