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When a parent dies, you lose your past, when a child dies, you lose your future.
​- Anonymous
Mona Daniella was quietly distinguished.
She was person of exquisite sensitivity and sensibility.

Mona was truly outstanding and gifted with a towering mind and unquenchable thirst for learning coupled with an unending desire to do acts of kindness for those who needed help.

The impact that Mona had on others is indelible and enduring. This is her legacy and why she will be eternally remembered by all those she touched.

She accomplished much in her short life and we were blessed to have her with us.

A writer.
Once met never forgotten.
Touched the lives of many
Lived to help others
Inspired and enriched us all
A rare and magnificent jewel

"Like glass marbles, she was formed by her fires."

Was able to accomplish so much in such a short life.

​Esther, Alan, and Mac Robert

"In her own sweet world,
Populated by dolls and stuffed animals
And a prince and a white little
Bear lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
That we weary grown ups all
Wear.
In the sun she dances to silent music,
Songs that are spun of gold
Somewhere in her little
Head.
Then One day all too soon
She'll grow up and she'll leave
Her dolls and her prince and
Her silly old bear.
When she goes they will cry
As she whispers "Good-bye."
They will miss her I know...
​But then so will I..."

Lyrics of a song that Bill Evans, the famous Jazz pianist, wrote for his daughter. 
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Mona loved listening to Bill Evans' recordings while growing up.

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Mona, Mac, Daddy, Mami (counterclockwise), The Pierre, New York, NY  1998
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