Grace Marie Giadone, 90, passed away Nov. 8, 2013. Survived by her son, Joe (Sue) Giadone of Lamar; daughter-in-law, Joyce Giadone; brothers, Guy (Mary Jane) Marascola and Richard (Lorraine) Marascola; grandchildren, Steve, Jeff, Joey, Richard (Beverly) and Pete Giadone; great-grandchildren, Berry, Kayleigh, Chris, Jordan, Chyenne, Dixie, Pete, Riley, Emily and Jessica; great-great grandchildren, Isabella, Nathaniel and Aiden; numerous nieces and nephews. Preceded in death by her husband, Pete J. Giadone; son, Pete Giadone Jr.; and granddaughter, Laurie Giadone. Grace was born to Guy and Mary Marascola on Nov. 26, 1922, in Pueblo. Grace farmed on the St. Charles Mesa with her husband. She was an active member of St. Joseph Catholic Church where she was a member of Christian Women and Bunco Club. Special thanks to the doctor, nurses and staff at Pueblo Life Care Center for the care they gave Grace. Funeral Mass, 10 a.m. Thursday, Nov. 14, 2013, at St. Joseph Catholic Church, 1145 S. Aspen Rd. Interment, Roselawn Cemetery. Memorials may be made to St. Joseph Church Building Fund, 1145 S. Aspen Rd., Pueblo, CO 81006, American Heart Association, 1586 S. 21st Street, Suite 10, Colorado Springs, CO 80904-4260 or American Cancer Society, 1445 N. Union Blvd., Ste. B100, Colorado Springs, CO 80909. Online condolences, www.montgomerysteward.com

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  1. Joe and Family,
    Your mother Grace was a wonderful woman. I remember how she was always with a smile on her face and she would always say “Hello” when I would see here somewhere. My God be with you in your sorrow.
    George and Carol Norton

  2. There couldn’t have been a better name for Grace because she was just that: a blessing, a true “grace” in everyone’s life. I will always be grateful to her for the blessing she gave me 29 years ago by inviting me to sit as one of her 12 guests at the beautiful St. Joseph’s Table she created and dedicated to the prayerful intention of healing for those of us suffering from cancer at the time.

    I’m sure that now, St. Joseph, Patron Saint of all Workers, must be inviting Grace, admired by so many for how hard she worked all her life, to sit down at his own table with Jesus on one side and Mary on the other.They must be welcoming her, for whom family always came first, into their own Holy Family.

    I will always remember the special friendship Grace and my mother shared. I don’t know when Grace started calling her “Sister Helen, ” but I do remember smiling whenever I heard the smiles in their own voices during any one of their weekly “Sister Helen/Sister Grace” conversations. “Sister” meant lots of things to them: a light-hearted reference to the charitable works one or the other of them always got themselves into as members of their St. Joseph Parish and Christian Women’s group. “Sister,” also spoke to the very special friendship, the close “knowing,” they had of each other through the years: two women who understood each other’s heart and soul.

    Last Christmas when I visited Grace at Life Care, she introduced me to rutabagas, of all things! A friend of hers who knew how much she liked them had brought her one and Grace was slicing it with fervent relish onto a small plate when I walked in. I didn’t even know what the thing was, and Grace got a kick out of having me try to guess. Then, she insisted I try a slice with her. She taught me how to savor it by first sprinkling salt on it. It is this image of Grace that will linger with me. It was all about how she lived her life: having a good friend at one’s side, enjoying the simple things in life, realizing how the bitter can sometimes add to the sweet, being kind, being generous. With sympathy to all of Grace’s family, Patty Mosco/Denver

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