My "other mother" who had known me for all my life will be fondly remembered for the love she showed me even though I was not her child. I will miss sitting on her porch chatting almost every summer evening, filling her in on the neighborhood scoop. Sitting in her kitchen with Helene, the sister I never had, and drinking the "best cup of coffee" on Sunday mornings after mass.  Arguing with her about her stubbornness in not letting me take out her garbage, and the sound of her voice when she would call me for something and say "Donna, this is Mary Urbanik" even though I knew who it was. I thank her for these and all other memories which would take pages to write, and hope she's reconnected with my mother and is filling her in on the last 29 years she missed of my life. May God bless you and bless the ones you leave behind with a long life like you were fortunate to have, and on a balmy summer evening when I'm missing you the most, please send a gentle breeze my way to let me know your there. With love always and forever, Donna

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