Fran and my Grandmother lived in the same building in downtown Boulder. While they both spoke different languages they quickly became friends. They would take walks together, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Boulder Creek Path and share meals and conversations together. I grew up seeing my Grandmother and Fran, taking advice from her as the years went on, learning from her, getting to try some of the tasty treats she would get from the local bakeries, and getting some beautiful jewelry and clothing that I still have to this day. She was and is family. She had a way about her that was unlike anyone. Fran was truly one of a kind and I will never forget her.