I remember my aunt Dorothy when I was a very young girl. She lived in my parents basement apartment in Calgary. She was the first person to get me drunk at the tender age of four. Little did she know that I was sipping on her drink that I though was coke, but needless to say it wasn’t.
She soon left and got married and we were visiting her on the Cochrane Hill. I loved it when Dorothy pulled us {Dawn, Reed, Craig, and myself} around on Old Blue, we thought that we were quite the little cowboys.
When Mark, Laurie and Dana were born, life became more hectic and our visits more infrequent. The last time we travelled to Priest Lake Idaho Dorothy pulled her trailer with us. Our dad {Don} took us over a mountain pass that he thought was a shortcut. The road was treacherous but your mom handled it like a professional. When we reached the other side the gas attendant couldn’t believe we had come over THAT ROAD with two trailers because it was closed to only local residents because the road was soooo bad.
Dawn, Ariel {my granddaughter} and myself took your mother out this year for a birthday lunch. We had a good time at Boston Pizza and I am very glad that we had that time with her as she has meant a lot to me and our family. I cherish all the memories that I have of her and I am very sorry for your loss.
I wish that I could be there on Friday but I am in Arizona and my son and his family are flying in on Thursday. Please know that my thoughts are with you Mark, Laurie, and Dana and your families during this difficult time.
