In loving memory of
Ann Lachnit

• June 05, 1944
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• June 11, 2020

My mother is greatly missed. Her smiles. Love. Care in the simplest tasks she performed for others, hemming a pair of pants...she loved the chance to make your day.
My father mourns her greatly, as he should. She was a gift to him in many ways. I loved her heart of gold and it shone upon me until her last breath, imploring me to save with me, the love of my life.

I remember calling Granny to pick me up from school cause I didn’t feel well or I was having a bad day. She would make me Swiss cheese and cracker sandwiches for lunch. She taught me how to play rummikub, that was our game, and we played it every time I would visit. On days when I would stay the night, she would make spaghetti, but I was so picky she would let me eat just noodles with butter and parm cheese. Pop would gripe about how when he was a kid he had to eat what was given to him or else, and Granny would say “Fred, leave my girl alone and let her eat what she wants.” Then for breakfast we would have pancakes while Pop ate his nasty runny eggs. She was always smiling and never in a bad mood. Granny was the gentlest, most humble woman ever. I will miss her more than words can describe.