Aleta Doris Kenwabikise: 1955-2003
Doris has peacefully passed away on Saturday, July 12, 2003 in
Houston, TX. She was born and raised on Beaver Island and is survived
by her children, Rebecca (Mike) Trester of Chelsea, MI, Roland
Hachey of Charlevoix, MI, Rachel Davis of Muskegon, MI, Randi
Davis of Boyne City, MI, and Regina Davis of Boyne City. She also
has four surviving grandchildren, Devyn, Mackenzie, and Zachary
Trester of Chelsea, MI, and Justin Hachey of Charlevoix, MI. There
are many surviving nieces and nephews as well. Doris was the sister
of John, Caroline, Nancy, Pauline, Sarah, Robert, Leonard, Joey,
Diane, Mary, and James. She is preceded in death by her parents,
Isabelle (Wabinimkee) and Paul Kenwabikise, by her sister Margret
and brother Steven, and by several nieces and nephews.
She has numerous friends and family members across the country
who love her and will miss her. A memorial service was held at
Holy Cross Church on July 22nd, 2003.
May the angels take her on their wings to Heaven's gate
At the water's edge, should she step in?
Not sure if the choice is the beginning or end.
Water laps at her toes, gentle and warm,
Reminding her of the place she was born.
The island's her home, where she was born and raised.
A place where her life has been happy and crazed;
A place she'll call home forever, and after;
No matter that it brought her sadness and laughter.
Her life took many turns, bad and good;
And when it came down, her ground she'd stood.
Small, proud, and feisty she never did lack
To find true friends to watch her back.
She left home many times, but always came back,
But eventually she found something it lacked.
To be a face in the crowd, she wanted to be;
She moved to the South, to great company.
Down in the South, far, far away,
No one could convince her to come back and stay.
Her family she'd visit, here or there;
Tears they would shed, laughter they would share.
In her weakest of moments, when she needed us most,
She let her family love her, and be her host.
We comforted and cared, and stepped up to the plate,
While Heaven prepared to open it's gate.
She went back to Texas one last time,
But God knocked on her door, and gave her a sign.
He called her to Heaven, ready or not;
How much we loved her, He hasn't forgot.
We bring her back home, where it all began.
Back to the island, we all ran.
Not ready to bid our final goodbye,
We comfort and love, and yes, we cry.
She's at the water's edge, should she step in?
Not sure if it's the beginning or end.
Water laps at her toes, gentle and warm,
She's back to the place in which she was born.
–Rebecca Trester
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