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Lucille A <I>Gigiano</I> Mckinley

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Lucille A Gigiano Mckinley

Birth
Chicago, Cook County, Illinois, USA
Death
23 Feb 2003 (aged 61)
Mobile, Mobile County, Alabama, USA
Burial
Cremated, Location of ashes is unknown Add to Map
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Lucille was the daughter to Nicholas and Clara Gigiano.On May 21,1960 she became the wife to Clarence Mckinley for 42 years.The mother of 4 children DARLENE,DOUGLAS,DEBBIE,and DENISE.A special Godmother to Timothy Kugelman.A homemaker,church member,grandmother of 6.A very giving person.Loved to crochet She was known as the candy lady to many small children.Sadly the Lord called her home on her son and grandson birthday .She was cremated and her ashes where laid to rest in several places.EPILEPSY,DIABETES,HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE,MENINGITIS.

YOUR MOTHER IS ALWAYS WITH YOU
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street
She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.She's crystallized in every tear drop....
She's the place you came from,your first home...She's the map you follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart break...and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time,not space...Not even death...Will ever separate you from your mother.

You carry her inside of you...AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Lucille was the daughter to Nicholas and Clara Gigiano.On May 21,1960 she became the wife to Clarence Mckinley for 42 years.The mother of 4 children DARLENE,DOUGLAS,DEBBIE,and DENISE.A special Godmother to Timothy Kugelman.A homemaker,church member,grandmother of 6.A very giving person.Loved to crochet She was known as the candy lady to many small children.Sadly the Lord called her home on her son and grandson birthday .She was cremated and her ashes where laid to rest in several places.EPILEPSY,DIABETES,HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE,MENINGITIS.

YOUR MOTHER IS ALWAYS WITH YOU
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street
She's the smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your mother lives inside your laughter.She's crystallized in every tear drop....
She's the place you came from,your first home...She's the map you follow with every step that you take.

She's your first love and your first heart break...and nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time,not space...Not even death...Will ever separate you from your mother.

You carry her inside of you...AUTHOR UNKNOWN


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