About an hour ago I received a phone call I knew was coming. My Aunt Doris is no longer in pain. She has passed from this life to the next.
Aunt Doris was my Dad’s older sister and suffered from cancer for a number of years. Today she is at peace.
I remember as a child with my brothers going to Aunt Doris house for holidays to romp and play with cousins – Tim, Mike and Bev. She lived next door to Grandma and Grandpa Ivy on Lynn Street in Mishawauka, Indiana.
So many hours spent playing in the backyard. So many hours tearing up the house.
Down through the years, Aunt Doris was always the same. She never changed.
Not all was always heaven, but Aunt Doris rose above a divorce to Uncle Joe Ray, moves to Granger and later to Columbus before heading south to Florida.
Later she met the man who put a smile back on her face, Doyle Harwick, who left her too soon to go home to heaven.
I recall when in my other life I was able to relate her and Doyle’s story for the Linton Daily Citizen of their flight from Kuwait when Iraq invaded.
Years later, Aunt Doris opened her home to me in Indianapolis when I was going through a rough patch, though in my 40s by that time.
Aunt Doris, you will always remain alive in my heart. Your love was never an issue. Your heart was open no matter how disappointed you may have been with my actions or those of others.
In the words of the Apostle Paul, you kept the faith. You fought a good fight. Now you have gone to receive your reward and live forever with your Lord.
Love you, Aunt Doris.