A Letter from Frank Tampone
I would walk into my Mom’s room and feel the water pitcher. If it was cold with ice, I knew Marie was taking care of her. Such a small thing, but Marie did hundreds of small things in taking care of Dorothy. She did it in a warm caring way. She loved my Mom as I am sure she loved all the residents in her care. Such a hard job, but she has a gift from God to take care of elderly people.
Myself and my family will always remember Marie Nazaire with love.
Frank Tampone, son of Dorothy Tampone