~ In Loving Memory Of ~
  ~ Doris Virginia Kirby Lutz ~
January 9, 1925 ~ April 5, 2001

 


Doris Virginia Kirby Lutz
 
My mother was born in Baltimore, MD., to William Walton Kirby and Elsie Clark Kirby and she was one of five children. She met and married my father on November 29, 1945 and had three children.  

My mother was a beautiful person inside and out, before HD robbed her of so much. She always reminded my sister, brother and I of a “Pollyanna” type person…. always finding the good in everything and everyone and never being negative. She was a happy person and tried to live her life that very same way until HD started creeping slowly in and changed her personality. Besides her family and especially her grandchildren, her love of God and her church were her mainstay in life, and she gave to God by singing in her church choir for over 20 years. She had to discontinue this when the HD symptoms became too much for her to concentrate, drive or walk.  

Some of her favorite memories were the two trips she and my father took to Hawaii~she always said she hoped we would get to go their one day to experience “ a little bit of heaven on earth.” Because of this as her disease progressed we tried to think of ways to recollect some of her beautiful memories of her life before it was too late.  We had a “Hawaiian” party for her outside on her deck in the summer of 2000. We had flowers in our hairs, leis around our neck (even their dog had one!) and we just had a grand time and she smiled all day.  

As the disease came to it’s final days, my mother’s “Pollyanna” attitude was still evident and to the very last week she tried her best to smile and to make sure we were all okay. She left us while we were all sleeping~as she would have wanted to do to spare us of watching her go~that was my mother. We love and miss her but have many memories within our hearts to cherish forever until we meet again.  

Written by your children with love, Jeanne Wilson, Kathy Bennick & Clark Lutz
  



 
AFTERGLOW 
      I’d like the memory of me
      To be a happy one. I’d like
    To leave an Afterglow of
     Smiles when day is done.
         I’d like to leave an echo…
          Whispering softly down the 
      Ways of happy times and 
         Laughing times and bright
     And sunny days. I’d like
  The tears of those who
     Grieve to dry before the 
     Sun of happy memories
       That I leave behind when
Day is done.