Doug was just 18 months younger than myself. I did not consider him a nephew, but a brother and best friend. We sank a ski boat to the bottom of Lake Conroe. We took a trip to South Padre, buying a whole display of sunglasses for $5.00 at a flea market on the way. Doug always loved a good deal. Not until I turned to say something to him in the back seat did we realize the sunglasses were defective - the ear pieces were put on upside down, but we wore them anyway. Every time Doug would look at me he would laugh until his sides hurt. All he had to do was laugh and I couldn't help but laugh too - sometimes not even knowing what he was laughing about. In the darkest times of my life, even though I was in another state, Doug was online every morning to offer encouraging words, even offering to come to Tennessee to get me and bring me home. He grilled the best steaks I have ever eaten. He lived less than 3 miles from me, but I drove right on by his house almost daily, not taking the time to stop and visit, which is all he wanted me to do. I love you Doug - my "brother", my best friend. I will see you again some day and can't wait to hear your laughter again. Family gatherings will never be the same without you. Until we meet again - your Aunt Wanda.
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