Grandma Ella wore a comb to pull her hair back from her smiling face. |
She was a happy person in her younger days...singing, dancing, making art...collecting Royal Dalton china cups for tea time with me. |
In later years, Grandpa and she moved away from family to Naples, Florida. She had a sweet little bird she called Lucky. |
One day Lucky flew out of his cage and never returned...Ella moved from the gulf coast to orange country in Lake Placid. |
With each move she grew colder...less able to dance and sing. |
The dreaded disease began...to freeze her life. |