I have written of her in the past... my sweet cousin, Doris. It will be her birthday in a couple of days. We used to go to visit Doris on the weekend nearest her birthday. The family who loved her and felt that pull to visit, because she was sweet and could be fun to communicate with.
Sometimes my mother and I would go the day before, to one my mother's sister's houses and spend the night prior to the visit to Doris. Usually at the home of Aunt Helen and Uncle Ed, because we would all ride up to the nursing home together. Often Aunt Emma came along, or different cousins would meet us at the nursing home; always Myrtle came along, and often Linda; sometimes bringing Carol along. Less frequently other cousins would turn up in time for cake and coffee with Doris to celebrate her birthday.
One year Doris asked to be taken out for lunch. Despite spending her life in a wheelchair, Doris knew how to get places she wanted to visit. The restaurant wasn't far away, and they had waffles and pancakes.
I just want to wish you a Happy Birthday, Doris. You are never forgotten and always loved.
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| Doris and Myrtle, late 1997 |
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