Miss Luti, as we all lovingly called her was my teacher in West Newton High School 1956 ` 1957 when she and Mr Sherman Brizzi started teach the new Secretarial Course offered for the first time. She also helped with our musical play. Many fond memories of a wonderful teach, AND her husband taught my daughter at Pitt Greensburg Campus. Now reading her obit and seeing age 94, I realize at age 82 myself, she was only 12 years older than the class she was teaching. Our class size was only 41 and I have notified the living members as she was very much loved
Nada was my mother, Helen Dinkins' best friend. Mom pre-deceased Nada by about 4 years at 99. They played bridge together, belonged to College Club together and were just buddies, talking on the phone or getting together. They went to church together at a little church in the country that Nada and Guy liked. Your mom was a lovely lady. I sure enjoyed her company as well as your dad's.
Barrie Dinkins Simpson
1355 Peabody Ave.,
Memphis, TN 38104
I met your parents through a friend, Helen Dinkins. What a beautiful couple. You were so lucky to have then in your life as long as you did. We will all meet again someday. Sending thoughts and prayers to you and your family at this sad time.
Judith first knew your mother when she was one of her teachers at West Newton High School and then got reacquainted when she married in 1996 and moved to Greensburg living right up the street in 1996. We often saw your parents at Blessed Sacrament Cathedral and they both became so dear to us. Although they are missed, try to think of them as reunited in heaven, as they were on earth. Two of the sweetest people ever.
I am so sorry for another loss. Nada and Guy were wonderful people and will be greatly missed.
Peace of mind is a call away. We’re here when you need us most.
On behalf of Melanie‘s father-in-law, Jamie “Jim” Rowe, and his partner, Wendy Morton, we wish to express our sincere condolences to the entire Nicoletti/Albertson family.
We have felt the sadness and pain, through Melanie, as Nada was moved from Pennsylvania to Ohio. Having the opportunity to spend quality time, for the last few months of Nada’s life, has been a blessing to the entire Nicoletti/Albertson family.
The family is in our thoughts and prayers. You have supported me through my dark times, so it is now my honor, to support you through yours. We are extended family and you are truly loved!
My Dearest Momma,
No one in this world will ever mean more to me than you. My earliest memory of you was sitting in your lap with the sun shining through the car window on our way to our new home in Greensburg. I was only three and a half. Remember, Momma…the last things I said to you. I will talk to you every day just like we always did, and when I say my Rosary every morning, you will be with me, too. I am happy you are with Daddy, Sweet Jesus, the Blessed Mother, and all the Saints and Angels. No matter where I go on this earth, you and Daddy will always be with me. Thank you for everything, Momma. No one will ever take your beautiful memory from my heart. Rest In Peace.
All My Love,
My heart is so broken, Mom. I can’t believe you’re gone, nor imagine not having you in my life just a phone call away or down the road, as I was so lucky to have you these few short months. You weren’t perfect, but you were darned close. Yours will always be the voice of my better angel, the voice that admonishes me to imagine how I would feel walking in another’s shoes, the voice that challenges me to give someone another chance, to be the one to forgive, to consider what someone might be going through, to do the right thing, make the first move, extend a little Grace. Forever, I will be grateful to have had a mother like you.
“ Who can say for certain
Maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me
Your memories so clear
Deep in the stillness
I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be
That you are my
And you are watching over me
From up above.” ~To Where You Are, Josh Groban
Please accept our deepest condolences for your family's loss.