This isn't my story ,but I think it should still be told. Growing up I had divorced parents so no one was around to take care of me. Except a family friend, who through her cancer battle still was brave and found strength to shine her light onto others.
Doris. When there was no one around Doris was always there even when I had more sisters as the years went on. Doris had never once yelled or hit any of us ,and was one of the kindest people I have ever met. She truly had a heart of gold ,and was kind to everyone. She celebrated every holiday, dressed for every occasion, always stood outside her porch ,and handed out candies to the kids around the block. Even when she passed away last year,due to pancreatic cancer, she wanted to buried in butterflies. She was always happy ,and even after she parted she wanted to be free like a butterfly. And like a butterfly flapping its wings hundreds of times ,hundreds of times we tell her story.