Mike B
When I moved to Sunset Trace in Palm City, Ann was the first person I met. She was my neighbor. She was president of the HOA. She also got me involved in the HOA board.
My fondest memory of Ann was when I would walk my dog Thunder, him and I would stop in on Ann just to sit and talk. She would go into her house, and come out with a bowl of ice for Thunder (he loved his ice). This was an almost daily ritual. Thunder would pull me to her patio. We would step onto her patio, I would knock and Thunder would look back and forth from her front door and the patio sliders, waiting for her to come out with that bowl of ice. We would laugh when Thunder heard a storm moving in and he would crawl under the table on her patio, Ann would place his bowl of ice under there for him, and he would continue to empty it out.
After several years, Ann made the decision to move in with her son. He lived in Wesley Chapel. For the next couple of months Thunder would stop in front of what was her patio, waiting for us to go in. I had to keep telling him she wasn't there anymore.
Over the years Ann and I spoke on the phone often. She would ask about the neighbors, and we would laugh about Thunder waiting for her to give him his bowl of ice.
When I was in the board of the HOA, and eventually became the president of the HOA, I relied heavily on her advice, which was a big help to me.
She was a numbers whiz. She loved to dabble in the stock market. We spoke often about the market.
Ann was extremely proud of her son and talked quite often about his accomplishments. Even though we were on the phone, I could tell she was beaming as she spoke of him.
Ann was a great friend, neighbor, and mentor.
May you R.I.P. Ann, R.I.P.