For those who do not know me I am Betty, Doris’s baby sister. When I was a kid I hated being called that. But As I grew older, I realized it was a term of endearment.
I’m not an experienced speaker. I prayed for composure to get through this. It is very difficult to sum up such an awesome life in just a few minutes, but I will attempt to skim the surface.
Growing up we were in wonderment of her nonconformity to rules. She boldly sneaked out of the house to meet a boyfriend. She’d get on the bus in a frumpy skirt, and when seated, slip it off to reveal a smoking hot mini skirt. She combed her hair over her eyes and wore way too much mascara. She was the first Rebel! But we knew not to tell, she had a special kind of stink eye, Oh yeah, if you knew her you’ve seen it. …You’ve seen that look!
Doris lived large, but she also knew tragedy. About 29 years ago she had to bury a child. Laura’s passing served as a lesson, a wake up call to the fragility of life
. Reading James 4:14, James Says. “Whereas you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.”
So we know that tomorrow isn’t promised. We learned from her death to cherish our relationships.,, So we did. We gathered more as a family. We became a family with strong bonds. Bonds that cannot be broken, even in death.
Our sister’s trips were a blast! We set out on our journeys with open minds. We stopped at thrift stores along the way, antique shops, and once we even stopped at a jackass farm.,,,Jokes ensued.
Once on a stop at a strawberry farm, we had our first collective, simultaneous senior moment. We bought, and loaded several flats of strawberries into the back of her SUV. I think we all grabbed a handful of strawberries and got in the car. As we begin to drive away on the bumpy drive , we heard the strawberry flats sliding out the back and into the dirt drive. Four of us, and no one remembered to close the hatch! We salvaged what we could of our gritty berries, and went on our way.
Doris was the shortest in stature of all the siblings. But she packed a dynamite personality. She was a firecracker!. Her talents were many,,,,and they ran the gamut. From cooking, sewing and building things, to skinning a deer. She was one smart cookie with a vast array of knowledge that I referenced often.
Most know she spoke without a filter, unapologetically. And if I’m being honest, at times it was embarrassing. But more often than not, she was on point. Just saying aloud the things we were all thinking, but didn’t have the courage to say.
In many, many ways she was like a mother to me. As some may know we were estranged from our biological mother. And especially in those years, she was there for me. She saw me through all my joys and sorrows,,. She was with me through every significant event in my life.
She was our matriarch!
To all her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews: We, the sisters, are here for you. We are cut from the same cloth. We love you so much and while knowing we can’t take her place. We are here for y’all. We love y’all and want to continue our family traditions
I am overwhelmed at all the people who came to show their respect. She was loved by so many. So let us live large, like Doris. Let us love large, like Doris. Let us laugh until we cry, like Doris.
I know she is flying high, an angel, free of pain.