Remembering
"To laugh yourself is to love yourself." Mickey Mouse This past week has been a week full of planning, remembering, tears, and laughter. As as family, we attempted to put together the pieces of Aunt Donna's life and place it into a box...a box that would fit into a square six feet under the soil that God created...in the same place of her beloved husband of twenty-five years. Fifty-four years and a week. That is how long the Lord gave us Donna Bisbee in the flesh. Thirty-five years is how long I was able to have her. As I attempt to pull together a few memories of my life with this incredible person, I hope that you get a glimpse of just what she meant to me. I am not sure I can actually recall being two years old, but I was told so many times about being Aunt Donna and Uncle Harris' first child that I feel like I can remember the actual events. They apparently took me to Wet 'N' Wild (now Hurricane Harbor) and Six Flags, and the zoo more times