Posts by bericksondwm

Words cannot express the heartache and sadness I have felt with the loss of my Dodie, but I am honored to speak and say a little bit about our beloved matriarch. Dodie was a person of great integrity and great style. She led with her heart. She instilled in me that family should be the most important aspect of our lives. Every birthday and every holiday was spent in that extraordinary Lakeview home. Dodie loved having her children,...

Being the only girl for 32 years, Dodie and I had a special bond. Just about every time I was at her house you could find me in her closet. As you could see from the videos she was quite the fashionista, and her closet was a treasure chest of beautiful clothes and my favorite…… the heels! Marabou feathers, spiked high and oh so fabulous, I would put them on find some amazingly sparkly costume jewelry in her jewelry box and...

I wasn’t sure, initially, that I would speak today – standing up in front of a crowd is not exactly comfortable for me (thus, the paper). But I thought about what I would say, if I were to be so brave, and found that I really wanted to share what Doris, my husband’s grandmother, meant to me. I didn’t get to grow up near my grandparents and considered Trevor really fortunate to be so close to his. I knew Doris for 19 years. We...

Memories of You I remember everything about you, Your voice, your smile, your touch, The way you walked, the way you talked, Your hugs, all meant so much. I remember all the words you said, Some funny, some kind, some wise, And all the things you did for me, I see now with different eyes. I remember each moment we shared, It seems like only yesterday, Or maybe it was long ago, It’s really hard to say. You are gone from me now,...

I have a memory of you at Christmas time. The snow was falling in beautiful large lilting arcs, visible through the wide rectangular windows of your living room at Lakeview. You sat, hands clasped, on the loveseat in the corner, surrounded by your children, your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren. The room was a buzz. A hum of giggles and the bright clinking of china occasionally interrupted by the tearing of wrapping paper...