Anna Mansolillo
Retired Housekeeper
Johnston RI
May 11, 1929 - March 27, 2001

Anna was a very expressive woman. She died March 27, 2001 from lung cancer due to smoking. She was 72 years old and my best friend. She got me out of my shell and showed me how to live, love myself, and fabulous cooking. Whenever I asked, BBQ chicken drummettes and mashed potatoes she would cook for me or anything else that I liked (kielbasa, meatloaf, etc.) She had her faults and I have mine and we excepted them. We could swear like sailors and each other without batting a eyelash and then go to a movie. She hated Dunkin' Donuts because she never had any luck with them. Everytime she ordered something, it would go wrong. The f* word was like a second language to her and she never hesistated to tell someone off if they deserved it, especially if they tried to take advantage of her or me. She couldn't stand the priests because of the awful things they put her through when she worked with them for over 30 years but seeing that she smoked over the cooking that they ate!
I would have given her a hard time too. I loved her as a friend though. I'm 32 and she being 72, people thought something was going on, or she was leading me astray, but that wasn't the case. I needed her for a "punching bag" (which is what she called herself) because when I needed someone to bounce my feelings off of, she was always there to listen, and I was her "spark plug", because she was agoraphobic and I got her out of the house and helped her to have somewhat of a life. We were friends, and that's all. It hurt so much to say goodbye when I saw her lying there at Morgan Health Center, which by the way, they did nothing for her. Getting them to do the least little things was like pulling teeth. She always encouraged me with my music and now that she is gone, it's like joy is missing from my life. She could make me laugh like no other person had or ever will. It's almost 4 months that she has been gone and there is not a day that I don't think of her Sometimes I still ball my eyes out. No one misses her but me. She was always alone, no family, really no friends (only 10 people showed: most of them were friends of mine supporting me). I miss you Anna, your laughter, your cooking, and your unique way. I pray for you always. You will always be in my heart. Until we meet again "production manager".
By the way, you made it on top of the tree a long time ago, even though I never told you.

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