Tuesday, August 13, 2013
When I heard the news, my first feeling, shameful as it is, was regret - regret that I had not taken time to visit with you, regret that I had not done more to keep in touch with you, regret that my children did not get to know you like I did. I loved our weekend visits to your home, how Uncle Vernon would tease you, and you'd just smile quietly right back at him, then he'd call you "Doe". Somehow, though, I always knew you could take him in a war of the words. You were a strong worker - always moving rocks, working on your gardens, tending to your grapevines, keeping a spotless house. Never once did I ever hear you complain. The times spent with you and your family (whom I know you loved dearly) on that little plot of land in "the country" were some of the happiest I have ever known. Rest in peace, Aunt Doshie, and know that you were loved, even if it was from afar. I trust I will definitely see you again.
