I remember my 13th birthday party my grandma had all my friends go in my basement on Englewood St to tell them all a scary story about the NJ Devil. She had everyone so scarier that some of my friends were crying, screaming or running up the stairs. We were so scared she made it sound so real. She said she show people hang from trees, blood dripping down the car windows, and tapping on the window shield. Grandma had everyone petrified, especially sitting in the dark in the basement. She made my birthday so special that year I’m gonna miss her so much and all our wonderful memories we had together we had many when I was younger. I was always at her house sometimes I didn’t wanna leave. I’m gonna miss you grandmom. I love you.❤️❤️

— with My beautiful grandma

I remember Loretta’s zest for life and her unfailing sense of humor. What a legacy she has left behind—three more generations.