This picture represents the pure joy found in the company of sisters. Doris and I had so much fun attending our niece’s wedding in New Brunswick, reconnecting with our loved ones, family, friends, and making new acquaintances. It was a time for a true girl's get away, with much cheer, laughter, sightseeing in our old stomping-grounds, eating wonderful seafood, talking till the wee hours in the morning, and maybe a glass of wine, or two, okay three!

As sisters go, Doris was always an ear to vent to and share a secret with or have a heart to heart. She allowed me to be me, and I never felt I had to put on heirs when I was in her company. Doris was the most talented seamstress I've ever known, and she taught me so much about the importance of details like sharp corners and crisp seams when sewing. I am forever grateful for the days spent quilting together with my sisters Doris and Linda. We would literally spend hours, evenings, and days, gathered together, hand stitching till our fingers cramped, and my eyes glossed over. Doris had an extraordinary knowledge of quilting and the conceptualization to plan a different quilt based on everyone's personal taste and concepts.

Doris loved camping, swimming, and gathering with family to sit at a fire, have a picnic, and enjoy a swim in the lake. In more recent years Doris and I travelled and camped together, and just took time to laugh, reminisce and enjoy each others company. I have so many memories and funny pictures from camping, cooking huge camp stove meals, stuffing her to the gills, and sitting at the picnic table playing cards until the stars faded into morning. Giggling as we walked to the outhouse in the dark and passing wind in the tent....at which point we would giggle hysterically.

Above anything else, Doris knew me and accepted me for exactly who I am. She understood my compassion and how empathy runs deep for our family. She accepted my sharp tongue and critical assessments, and knew it came from a place of deep love for those we hold dear. Doris, our brother Richard, and I, all have this dark sense of humor and sarcasm, which Doris could quite easily turn on and off.

Doris enjoyed playing board games, and in recent years my son Trevor introduced her to a game called “Cards Against Humanity” and the Crab version. Doris would laugh so hard, dare I say it, to the point of choking, with gut deep belly laughs, wherein much wind was passed amongst all of us. Of course this would elicit more laughter.

These are the memories, experiences, and moments I will cherish forever. In recent years she experienced so much hardship and decline in her health. She always tried to rally back and find a new passion to motivate her to create beautiful things, put others needs and wants before her own, and give of herself till she had nothing left to give. In the months leading up to her passing there was a sense of urgency to do, to finish, to remember all there was to do. Our sister Linda and I had made plans to be out with Doris the morning she passed. She was up, dressed to go and walked to her car like no one’s business! Off we drove, no realizing this would be her last adventure out, or our time being in her presence. I'm ever grateful Linda and I were with her as she passed on her way to the great family campfire in the big beyond.

Aunty Doris you were one of a kind. It seems so unfair that your time here with us on earth was cut short.

There are so many things that come to mind when I think of you. Number 1 will be every time I look at my Katie bear, I had asked you if I could give Katelyn your middle name (Mae) as a tribute to both nanny and you. You always played a key role in my life, from the time I was little when you lived with us in the apartment. To the many times we spent perusing through and window shopping stores and malls and fabric shops. Oh your love for materials.... I am forever Grateful for my Quilt, which many agree was some of your most beautiful work yet. The quilted pieces you made for my daughters and my amazing Grad Dress are among treasured pieces to me. am truly grateful for the times we spent together with Mom (Heather) watching old classics like The King & 1, 7 brides for 7 brothers & Brigadoon, swooning over the likes of Gene Kelly, Howard Keel (why I love red heads) and Yul Brvnner to name a few, all while munching on Greek Salad and a Merlin Pizza.

From Your bold take NO shit from anyone attitude to your kind compassionate ways in teaching your nieces and nephews how to Gag at gross foods will be missed.

Even though you never had any Children of your own, you weren't just an aunt you were so much more you helped raise and shape me too. I love you Aunt Doris.

love your niece Sylvia Coelho

Missing my sister Doris, she was the seventh daughter of a large family and was very intuitive. She had the following Article published about her just after she was born.

THE MAN ON THe Street

The figure seven seems to figure largely in the short story, to date, of a little girl who arrived at the Saint John General Hospital the other day.

Seventh child in the family of Saint John police constable Kenneth Campbell, she is also the seventh daughter. She arrived Dec. 27, 1957, weighing exactly seven pounds, seven ounces.

By the way, she timed her arrival to 17 minutes before 5 p.m. Looking around for more of the sevens, her proud parents counted themselves, and the sisters and brother's of each, and came up with - seven.

We wonder if the Campbell's know the old tradition about the "seven daughters "? She is, folks used to say, endowed with special powers - something a little more than the usual "woma's intuition," something that offers glimpses into the future, some sort of magic wand. Of course, so they say, it is even better to be a "seventh daughter of a seventh daughter."

But a brand new daughter is bound to be pretty special anywa - with or without any magical charms.

Doris loved this old tradition and spoke of it often. All of her sisters and brothers knew how special she was.

Sending warm hugs your way. Miss you lots your loving sister Linda.