
This is my tribute letter I wrote in honor of my Nana Doucette who passed away last week.
My sister will be reading this at her funeral on Tuesday. Unfortunately I am unable to attend.
Dear Family and Friends -
I am not sure what pains me more today; the loss of my Nana or the fact that I can't be there with you today to celebrate her life and support my Dad and Papa.
Despite our greatest efforts, it was not possible, nor feasible for me to return. With that in mind, please accept my deepest apologies and condolences.
My Nana was an incredible woman. My earliest memories of her involve me coming to her house at Law Crescent in Richmond Hill.
Her house was always incredibly clean. Everything had a place. Yet, Nana never minded us making a mess of things.
I can remember Brian, Johnny and I terrorizing Brett, Jackie and Julie and Nana would never get upset.
If anything, we'd be sentenced to the basement to play. But that was never a punishment because it had that couch with the spinning center piece.
I can't even remember how many times we threw Brett into that confined space spun him around - poor guy!
Nana loved to collect random objects from her travels. I'll never forget the 'sun-face' that sat on the living-room coffee table and the 'raining bird cage' in the TV room.
And who could ever forget Nana's dog, Ginger? You have my father to thank for that. Who knew that a tea-cup poodle could be so viciously loyal!?
And then of course were Nana's bird's. I'll always remember "Peter". You may not know this, but "Peter" was actually my bird until my dad had 'had enough of it's squawking' and decided
that we needed to give it away. The only problem is that as far as I knew, my bird was a female bird. I actually named it "Debbie". I was very confused to come to Nana's
one Sunday afternoon only to discover that she had re-named my beloved pet, "Peter". I am not sure it made any difference to Nana, but that poor bird had a major gender crisis.
Nana loved to entertain people and she would always greet you when you arrived at her house. Before you could get one word in, she'd be inviting you
to come-in and offering to take your coat and help you with whatever you were brining into her house.
And Nana's house
always smelt good. Nana was the best cook ever. Christmas and Thanksgiving meals were always 'over the top' and there was always
meat pie and egg rolls on the table for everyone! Nana was always trying to get me to eat. I wasn't sure if it was because I've always been skinny or if she just
always had a lot of food to get rid of. Anytime I was over at her house, she'd conveniently place a box of chocolates, nuts, and other assorted candies in front of me.
In addition, she had candy and nuts hidden everywhere! You could count on any decorative box to be filled with some sort of goodies at Nana's house.
Nana always took an interest in my life and was very supportive in all my endeavors. I can remember her coming to my first college graduation.
I always knew that she was proud of me. And not just of me, but of many of the grandchildren who've achieved academic and personal success far beyond the opportunities that were available to her.
When I decided to move to the States 5 years ago, the visits with Nana became more infrequent, but we still managed to stay in touch through snail mail.
I would often write Nana. I actually wrote to both Nana and Papa, but I know it would be Nana who would have to read or should I say, 'yell' my letters out loud so Papa could hear.
We'd have our annual visits when I would be home at Christmastime.
Despite her struggles with her health over the past two years, Nana was a fighter. I guess that's part of what makes loosing her such a sad loss.
She was always a strong woman. Although she had no formal education, she was an incredibly intelligent woman. And she was never afraid to tell you her opinion - if you dared to ask!
It was Nana's strength that always held the family together. She was the glue.
I don't think I ever once heard my Nana complain about her health. Even in her last days, she never complained to me about how her body was failing her.
I was blessed to be the last grandchild to see her alive last Wednesday. Myself, Dad and Papa spent about an hour with Nana. While we were there, Papa pointed out how swollen
Nana's legs had become. He crouched down and rolled up Nana's pants to show me. We both could barely get our hands around her ankles.
Although she must of been in pain, you would have never had known. She was strong - right till the end.
During our visit Nana was out of her hospital bed, in a chair, sitting up and chatting with us. Although she said she was tired, once we brought her a coffee, she chipped up and was full of energy.
She even had enough energy to snap at Papa - one of her favorite pastimes. Apparently he had not put enough sauce on the ribs he brought over for her!
After our visit I hugged and kissed my Nana and said goodbye. Although I didn't know this would be our last visit, I sensed that I had closure. So much, that I actually turned to my dad and said
"If that's the last time I see Nana, I'll be okay with that - that was a good visit".
Little did I know, that was not only the last time I saw Nana awake, it was the last time any of us saw her awake.
I don't know why we were the lucky ones to say goodbye to Nana, but we couldn't have asked for a better farewell.
My last memory of Nana is kissing her smiling face and telling her how much we all love and appreciate her.
I am so thankful to have known Nana and to be a part of her family.
She leaves behind a legacy of hard work, hospitality and traditional family values.
I can only hope that I carry into my family what she so faithfully brought into hers.
Travis Doucette (Grandchild #3)
Washington, DC
Monday January 3, 2011.
For those who would like to support me, you can do so my supporting my dad during this difficult time in lieu of my absence.
Funeral details are as follows:
Marshall Funeral Home
10366 Young St., Richmond Hill
Monday Jan. 3/11
Visitation 2-4 pm, 7- 9pm
Service Tuesday Jan.4/11
11:30 a.m.
Reception downstairs following service