Today was bittersweet. I began my day by celebrating the
birth of one of my dear friends Jessica, and ended it by mourning the loss of
my sweet aunt Dodo. Sometimes I forget how funny it must sound to those who
didn’t know my aunt by her nickname. Most people called Dodo (pronounced
doe-doe) Dee, which is short for Dolores. Dodo lived down the street from Mer
(my grandma), so when I was little, I always loved going to her house to play.
My cousins were all older, but Dodo kept some of their toys around and I got to
play with them when I came over. I remember she had the biggest collection of
“my little ponies” all lined up neatly in drawers. She would let me get them out
and play for as long as I wanted.
Lulu had a chance to visit Dodo at her house during our last trip to Tulsa. She didn’t get to play with the “my little ponies,” but I think
she could tell that we used to have a lot of fun there. Dodo was a special aunt
and she will be greatly missed by a lot of people. She had been sick for a long
time, so it’s at least comforting to know she is without pain in Heaven.
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