Mrs. Doris,
When you have known someone since my first days in Meridian at age 6, arriving from Chicago, the memories of you have always made me smile. I know I met you and Rod when all of us were so young. As overly protective as my grandmother Louise and my aunt Alice were of me and my brother Sean, when they knew I was with you and your son, they were completely at ease. This area of East End was such a tight community where all the families pretty much looked after each other, especially the kids. The playdates, going to the movies, and just hanging out was always fun and without any drama. That’s LOVE without saying "I love you."
I recall when you and Roderick returned to Meridian after a brief sabbatical from up North. School had begun, and you said, “Daryl, let me see your school schedule at Northwest Jr. High School. Roderick can attend the same classes.” I said to myself, “This is going to be GOOD.” Well, my classes happened to be full of nerds and super strict southern teachers, which was unlike the neighborhood kids that Roderick had known for so long. The culture clash was rather quick, and Roderick successfully got himself transferred to some other classes after the fall semester. I remember us laughing about that afterward. Mrs. Doris said with a smile, “Daryl, why didn't you tell me about those teachers and students?” I said, “Well, I knew Rod was a super smart guy who could do the classwork easily, but I didn't know his patience with them would be so short!” LOL.
Another memory I can share is from probably 12 years ago when Rod got into a fender bender that injured his shoulder. Mrs. Doris called me to go check on her son. I said, “Mrs. Doris, he is doing okay. Dude is a tough Marine and he said he was recovering well.” She said, “Have you seen him?” I said, “No ma’am”—which meant I needed to go physically put eyes on him to let her know all was truly well. I recall my conversation with her afterward. She thanked me for checking on him, and I could feel her smiling through the phone, which was all I needed. That’s a mother's love that cannot be measured or denied.
Azure and Rod, your mother has always been special to all of us. My prayers are with you, Mrs. Lois, and your entire family during this time of bereavement. Mrs. Doris’s smile will remain in my heart forever.
Much Love Always,
Daryl