Our former landlady, a woman who we grew to love as a family member died yesterday of terminal brain cancer.Â
She was a remarkably kind and strong woman. Her own husband died when they were both only 30, she had 3 children to raise on her own and she did a fabulous job. We lived above the family (2 kids still lived with her) for over 3 years and we became a part of the family and their home became an extension of our apartment upstairs.Â
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Donna was one of the first people I told I was pregnant with DD and she was such a wonderful help with DD after she was born. DH and I both are so saddened to see her go.
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I feel so bad for the whole family. They are all very close and the diagnosis was a complete shock. They have already been through so much then Donna gets the notice that she has a baseball sized tumor in her head and she has about 5 months left. She only made it 3 weeks it was that aggressive.Â
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She died at home surrounded by the family and I know she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I haven't lost many people close to me and for that I feel fortunate but this has shocked me so much. This poor family has dealt with so much and I know they felt like they had more time with her. I don't have words for how badly I feel. This woman welcomed anyone who needed anything into her home. She practically adopted all the friends of her children who had troubled lives. She treated us amazingly, as more than tenants, and I will always fondly remember the summer afternoons I spent with her chatting on their deck and enjoying the weather while DD rolled around or bounced in her happy lap. DD loved her, although she won't ever remember her, this woman was like a baby magnet, she just had that "way" about her...
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RIP Donna
