Doris Day — my personal hero
There are two people in my family that I compare to Doris. One of them is my sister who is deceased long ago and the other one, you know who you are — Roberta.
I just discovered today that Doris died of pneumonia at 97 . Even though this happened five years ago, I never knew, and I wasn’t ready for that. It cut me like a knife. Doris is always been such a sweet wonderful icon to me and I’m going to miss her so much. Fortunately there’s a lot of movies out there so I can visit her often.
I believe that you can fall in love with someone through media exposure, that is if it’s the right someone. Sometimes when you see a person’s image and hear their voice and they tell enough of themselves, you know this is a wonderful sweet person you fall in love. You can’t help it, it just happens. I don’t think my feelings for Doris is just from hero worship. I didn’t see very much of my dear sister throughout my life and I think Doris just took her place. Pat, my sister, was the sweetest most innocent thing that ever lived, just like Doris.
There was nothing that she could do to dispel her innocent virgin like girl next door persona. She tried to dispel the myth that she was Miss Goody Two Shoes that could do no wrong and didn’t even know how to be naughty. She was on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson when he asked her about her innocent image and she got mad and stood up for her rights to be seen as a naughty girl. We all knew that that was impossible, for her to be naughty. The audience was in hysterics and so was I and so was Johnny and she rather resembled the chicken that someone threw a pail of water on. She was so indignant and that made it all the funnier.
Oh my gosh, here comes another wave of pain and tears. I know what you’re going to say before you even say it.
She was 97 years old and nobody lives forever and she had a good life and blah blah blah.
Well I’m not manufacturing these tears, they are for real and just because she had a good life, I don’t feel that that’s reason to not show tears or to grieve. The grieving that I’m feeling right now is bittersweet. I am celebrating her life and trying to cope with losing a very important person to me. . I really miss Doris and maybe some where in this universe she might like to know that, especially when five years too late.
