| Mom's Memorial Service |
| Continued |
| through the years I liked being around that energy. Over the decades my aunt and I exchanged books and sometimes we would talk for hours on the phone discussing topics ranging from psychology to metaphysics to the Every Day. I loved her intelligence, insights, clarity and sense of humor. It was also at these times that she wqould express how proud she was of her daughters and how much she loved them. The last time we spoke we both agreed that a long time could pass without contact between us but we could always feel that it was just yesterday that we were together. In this same conversation I told her how important it was for me that I could also be myself with her and that she would love me unconditionally. So every day I think about her on some level, as one of those exercises has me spinning around the room 21 times and I feel like I'm flying to the moon. Even though I'll miss her on this planet, I know that what she has given me is always within reach. |
| Eulogy by Denise Coviello Shaw |
| I'd like to begin by saying that I stand here today with much love in my heart for my Aunt Dolly, Uncle Ed, and my cousins Doreen, Nancy and Carol. Not only was Aunt Dolly my relative through marriage to my mother's brother, but she was also my godmother at Baptism. And yes, we shared a spiritual relationship, not in the traditional religious sense, but more in a phychic way that transcended time and space. In other words she always seemed to be connected intuitively to me whether we had contact or not. For example, 12 years ago, when she had no idea that I had begun to study yoga, she gave me a book for Christmas on Tibetan yoga excersices that I still do every morning, and just two weeks ago she asked me to make copies of those exersices for her. instead I ordered the book she had originally given me and put a note inside saying that I expected her to be doing each exercise 21 times by the end of the month. The book arrived the day she passed on. As a child I loved to hear her sing, especially the song "Fly me To The Moon" and as mesmerized when I used to watch her paint by numbers. She had a spontaneous smile and laughter equally as qiuck and earthy. She introduced me to New York City by taking me several times to Radio City Music Hall and I loved the city so much that Manhatten has been my home for the last twenty-five years. My Aunt, Uncle and cousins are a close-knot, authentic family and |