I am so sorry for your loss. Doreen was like a second mother to me, while I was growing up. Although it’s been many years since I’ve been in contact, whenever I think of her, I remember her strength, humor and graciousness. I also remember her bacon. I was always amazed that she cooked a whole pound (or two) and that I could have as much as I wanted (at my house, we were allowed only two slices each). Breakfast aside, Doreen was always a safe haven when I was young, and whether she knew it or not, she had a quiet influence on my life. I am so lucky to have known her.
