A near impossible task. To succinctly summarize this rich, full life that was our mother into a single, brief synopsis. But it began July 28, 1946 in Buffalo, New York. Sandra Lee Carlson was born to Dorothy and John Carlson. Their firstborn, later followed by her brother, John, and her sister, Kathy. As a child, our mother could be head strong, willful. She carried this strength with her throughout her life. And it served her well. She was clever, insightful, and funny with a natural curiosity for the world and everything in it. An inspiration and an example. She was married to our father, Ralph Doran, for 52 years. She was a phenomenal mother to two daughters, Deanna and Debbie, and one son, Darrin. And a consummate, storybook “nana” to four grandchildren. For her, there was nothing better than soaking up every bit of those grandchildren she lovingly referred to as “her babies”. A wonderful cook and gracious hostess. She was class and elegance personified. She was beautiful. She was generous, warm and nurturing. Everybody’s safe place; our heart and our home. For six months, my mom bravely took on pancreatic cancer. Without complaint, self-pity or wallowing. And even though June 30, 2019, her fight with cancer was lost, the memory of her never will be. We will carry her in our hearts, see her in every sunset, hear her on every wind, and remember her in every story we retell. We love her. We miss her. But we will see her again.