Dea was such a special person to me !!! She was loving, caring, fun, and so strong. I will miss her so much !
My heart goes out to all of the family at this time. Much love to each one of you.
We want to offer our condolences to you and your family during this difficult time.
I can’t begin to explain what your mother meant to me as a friend and mentor and to our family as a somewhat adopted grandma. We are so grateful to you and your family for allowing us to share in your love and remembrance of a very special person we affectionately call Mama Dea.
We will be here to support you if you need and will do our best to honor her memories for the rest of our lives.
Jordan,
I am so saddened to hear this news. Your Mom
Was a very special person to me. I had my first child without any family out here, and then proceeded to have a 2nd. She was always there to guide me when I thought I was losing my mind, and the. We would have some wine together, and everything was going to be Ok. She was a wonderful friend, neighbor, I will miss her deeply and think of her all the time. Take care,
Anissa
Let me paint you a picture. Please read it in the most vivid colors you can imagine.
My, our, friend, Dea died after suffering a devastating stroke. Just shy of her 80th birthday, which was her goal to celebrate, she was the epitome of “live every minute, every day”
She was the first neighbor to welcome us to California over 50 years ago. She was always a wild, crazy, women’s libber, unapologetically opinionated, spiritual hippie, with flowing garb to match her wild silver hair, who self admittedly drank too much.
Never completely satisfied, she often reimagined herself. She had a beautiful singing voice that she used often. She was a painter, as in house, she was intregal in our novice remodeling project when we bought our condo. She was caring and generous and gave better than she got.
As a fiercely independent single woman for many years, she had a whole world of very loyal friends from every walk of life. Never ever wanting to rely on her kids who, save for one moved far away, she had a small apartment filled with cats and plants and was a massage therapist in business for herself, always learning and teaching. I rather imagine she gave a massage or two March 13, the day before she suffered a stroke and was finally found the following day.
I know she had her demons, but our lives have been interwoven for so many years, I’ll miss my friend. We didn’t see each other often, but during reality tv seasons, we’d “chat” and watch together.
Her celebration of life would have been like Mardi Gras and she would have led the parade. Now, she’ll leave us quietly and unheralded.
I can’t believe she was probably doing the thing she loved only 8 weeks ago, but this was the way she would have fought to live and die.
Happy Birthday dear friend. ❣️🥰❣️