Birth date: Aug 7, 1952 Death date: Mar 9, 2022
Kathryn Ann Cinquemani was born on August 7th, 1952 in Dallas Texas and passed away in Grapevine TX on March 9, 2022 after a long and fierce battle with Ovarian cancer and Leukemia. She was surrounded by loved ones when she passed Read Obituary
Many years ago when Kathy moved back to Texas we happened to message and I agreed to help her pull together a new resume for her new future back home. We met over at Hunky's in Bishop Arts and while I don't recall much about the resume, I do know we managed to laugh then entire time during lunch. That was her to a tee....always finding the humor in everything.
She and I are forever members of the class of 70 Sr. Grubs
Rest in peace.
Kathy (or Kath as I affectionately called her), was my first love and high school sweetheart back in the summer of 1967 through 1969 when we parted ways after I went off to college. Kathy was a sweet, compassionate person. After many years, she appeared to offer her support for me when I went through cancer, my father’s passing, and, more recently, after my stroke. She saw my need and drove back and forth from her home in Grapevine to mine in McKinney until we worked out a more practical solution for both of us. While here, she suggested I watch less news and introduced me to streaming TV programs like pleasant travel logs and mystery series. I had fresh fruits and vegetables instead of canned beans for a change. Kathy loved her animals and her plants. She had a green thumb and, within no time, my yard was awash with colorful plants and flowers. The pergola was covered with tiny lavender flowers that delighted her when they bloomed in the moonlight. She instructed me on the correct way to water pot plants. After over fifty years, we mused at our reunion. “Who wudda thunk it?” she would say. She loved driving through the old McKinney neighborhoods stopping to imagine how she could transform a rescue house into a charming cottage. Discovering her illness was heartbreaking, but Kathy was such a soldier. She never complained despite the ordeal of surgeries and the pain she endured. I often wondered how she managed it. She was brave. Our song back in the day was Johnny Mathis’ “The Twelfth of Never.” It has even deeper meaning to me now. Your pain is gone, Kath. I pray you now have that peaceful tiny house you so wanted. --- Love , Paul
My husband, Jeff Chandler, went to school with Kathy in north Oak Cliff. It was such a pleasure to get to know her. After his death, Kathy and I remained friends with an occasional lunch and exchanging texts. She was always so gracious, kind and loving person. Kathy was a joy encounter and she now has her wings. Fly high my dear friend. You will be missed and always treasured.
