I have thousands of wonderful memories of Aunt Doris: Her home filled with yummy baked goodies during holidays and special occasions, viewing the results of her latest craft project (and there were many), and after retirement, she and uncle Monk strolling the well-worn path through the vegetable garden to mom and dad's house for the ritual 3pm cup of coffee (I still have coffee at 3 everyday and "visit" with my dad). And then visiting them - aunt Doris in her recliner, uncle Monk in his and special puppy dog Rusty (the 10 pound ball of fluff) issuing his ferocious warning bark (protecting HIS mom) when he through anyone was getting too close. Dianne's words are still with me, "...she is in God's arms now..." I love/miss her.