|Jessie, Gretchen, Caryn, Dolores, Dana, and Jody|
Like so many others before her, Dolores went through a stage of rebellion brought on by teen angst (or a mid-life crisis...I never was quite sure of her age). It all started when she got her nose pierced. One day I found her with a gold stud on her right nostril. Then she changed her make-up. While she was known for her tasteful powder blue eyeshadow and coral lipstick, I soon found her with dramatic green lids and unnaturally dark lips. It was clear she was hanging out with the wrong crowd when I wasn't around, namely my younger sister and brother. But, despite her new fashion choices, I still loved Dolores.
It soon became clear that Dolores was not well. Her skin was turning a dingy gray and her once lovely hair began falling out in clumps. She spent more and more time alone in the basement as she just didn't seem up to joining us on any outings. One fateful day, I was informed that Dolores was no longer with us. I would like to be able to say that Dolores left this world in a beautiful way, but I imagine it was in a trash bag.
As the cliche says, some people come into our lives for a short time, but leave lasting impressions--the impression that when it comes to having fun, having a body is inconsequential.