At one point in time, the staff and faculty where I worked were considered family. Donna added to that by always having the coffee pot on, cookies available and a kind word for anyone that needed it.
She was sixty-six when she got her PhD. Her standing joke was she bet it really confused the mailman to deliver mail, with doctor in the title, to the trailer park.
She made a home for, and took care of her mother, until her mom passed.
She came from Virginia coal country and never forgot her roots.
She was a friend to many and held out a hand to anyone that needed it.
On Your Journey
May the bagpipes play
May the sun’s rays warm you
May the birds fly with you...
As the breeze catches your wings
And carries you home.