Lynn Trelly Relation to Deceased: distant cousin? My grandparents were Joseph and Mary Trelly. My father was Frank. Angelo was a very pleasant and funny man I remember from my childhood, and whom I would occasionally, and happily run into at the public market. He would stop in to say hi to my mom, Marion Trelly every once in a while. My mom sends her condolences, as I do. Sad to see memories fade away. The butterfly emerges from its silken shell- Reborn, it arises, no longer bound to earth. Free at last, the butterfly glides to heights unknown before. So do our loved ones find a beautiful release as, earthbound no more, they leave our sight and joyfully rise to a garden of matchless beauty, a place of light and peace. -Evelyn Phillips