Note: This Memorial was pulled off the web site of Bernie Duff, also a brother of Bunny's. Great job Bernie...
A Memorial to The Best of the Best
I am repeating this blog for all to see. On October 1, 2006, "our" Bunny freed herself from her earthly shackles and now flies with the angels. Indeed, if anyone could ever place a smile on a face, it was Bunny. Always full of life and willing to show us all a happier way, that smile has finally been restored and now shines down upon us all and from within us all. Anyone who has had the extreme pleasure of being touched by this amazing lady has walked away a better human being. I offer you now a new photo, since the last depicted her still chained to her bed. In this photo, I am proud to say she was beginning to mold and fashion MY heart! Thank you Bunny, for bringing beauty and laughter into my life. Without you, life would have been ever so boring! To Bunny:
The lady in this picture is my hero.Through thick and thin, she has always been in my corner, always there to cheer me on. Even when others may have given up ..including me, Bunny was always a believer. If this was not enough, often during those times when she was smiling and cheering, her own body was wracked in pain. You see, this lady is my sister and she has multiple schlerosis. I remember a time when Bunny was able to do many things that "even" boys her age could never do. She could always hit a baseball farther than anyone in her group of friends, ride a bicycle faster than the wind, throw a football perfectly downfield and make a person smile . As her younger brother, Bunny took me under her wing, as she did many of her younger siblings, and gave her entire heart. She taught me how to play baseball and football and each day, as she walked in from her job, she gave me all of the change within her pockets. Bunny did these things and so much more, the biggest possibly being that she made living a joy. Life was written all over her face and she had this way of bringing out the best and worse of each person she ever met. When I say worse, I mean that in a devilish way that would bring about laughter that can still be felt within. All of my life I have had the distinct pleasure of growing up with this happy figure-this jovial bundle of love. For many years, she quietly made her way to the Church where she taught others about her faith. She did this, not because she had to, but because of her love for her Creator and her fellow man. Days and months passed and finally years went by. She went there to share her love through all kinds of weather, even when the MS had begun to take over her once strong body and each footstep became a real challenge. This was nothing new, however, because that's just the type of person my sister has always been. She has always given to others, always preferring to be the silent giver so that the receiver could never know for sure who the real giver was. She has never been a rich woman, unless one is referring to the friends she has attracted. Over these sad years, when the MS has ravaged and taken control of body, it has never taken control of her mind, nor the spirit that can so quickly heal another's wounds. Her friends have dwindled, not because her spirit has been dampened, but because it is very difficult to see her, of all people, in such a way. Some may see this lady being bound by the chains of MS, but having lived with Bunny for so many years, her eyes still have a way of luring you in and speaking the words that the mouth fails to produce. Within her eyes are answers to any question you may have. I love my sister more than any words could ever describe. If I could free her of the bondage she now endures, I would do so in a flash. If only it were that easy and the hands of the clock could be turned backward, before all of the pain, when there was only laughter that most thought would endure forever. Obviously, I cannot do this, nor can I perform the miracle that it would take to cure her. I am left then with nothing more than words and an ache in my heart that wishes
