One hundred years ago today, a very special person was born. Her name was Noëlla and she was the tenth in a family of twelve children. Everyone who knew her loved her. She was quiet and unassuming, but she was an incredibly strong woman. Her accomplishments were many. She was a very talented, avant-garde seamstress, she learned to swim
at 65 and paint at 75. She had very delicate hands, which I loved to
watch when she worked. I admired and looked up to her, and learned so much from her. She was an incredible cook, with baking being her specialty, and I learned everything I know from her.
Unfortunately words cannot even come close to describing how wonderful she was. Suffice it to say she was a very special woman, one of the most special in my life, and I miss her more than words can say.