My name is Trevor, and I’m one of Granny’s six grandchildren. We all know ‘Doris’ was special. I called her Granny, and I'd like to share why she was such a wonderful grandmother.

My Granny was fun, supportive, and caring, and she lived a full, joyous, and adventurous life.

My Granny has been fun since my earliest memories. When I was very young, I loved to ring the doorbell at her house. She would make a big fuss about coming to answer it - “who's at my door? who's at my door?” I always got a kick out of that, and I always looked forward to going to Granny's house. Have you ever heard of a 4 year old being excited to visit their grandparents?

I remember her using my toes to take the pigs to the market. And when 'this little piggy went all the wee way home," she would tickle me past tears, and we would laugh and laugh together.

I especially loved it when she would read me a bedtime story. She was so animated with her voice and expressions that I always followed along with rapt attention, and didn't want to sleep afterward.

The house I grew up in had a pool, and all her grandchildren always wanted her to join in the swimming. Once in a blue moon she would come in with us, and that was always a treat. “Granny's in the pool!“

Over the years, we had lots of fun together. We watched plays and movies, drank beer at dive bars, invented new words while playing CatchPhrase, and enjoyed beer breaks in the parking lot while wine tasting.

My Granny was fun!

She was also supportive. Granny was a teacher for 30 years and contributed to many noble causes, which others can better speak to. For us grandchildren, she was a positive and loving force.

She attended almost all of my sports games growing up. Granny didn't particularly like soccer or football or basketball or baseball, but there she was in the stands, cheering me on. Even when, according to her, "those other boys are much too rough and push you around too much." I felt so special to have my Granny watching.

Granny created special birthday cards for all her grandchildren. She also wrote me letters for some of the most seminal moments of my life - birthdays, graduations, leaving to live abroad and embark on world trips, and my wedding. These letters guided me while I transitioned to new phases in my life. And yes, I cried while reading every single one. I believe Granny's power with words was the cause of my love for writing.

Yes, my Granny was supportive.

And of course, my Granny was incredibly caring.

Everyone here is certainly aware of Granny's prowess in the kitchen. I remember always telling friends, "My Granny is an amazing cook. She makes this and that and it's so good." They would reply that their grandma was a great cook too, and in my head I would always think, "you have no idea. My Granny is a way better cook." Sometimes I would even say it out loud.

My wife can attest to this, as crab cakes are now ruined for her--she can't order them anywhere because they're never as good as Granny's.

My mom's birthday dinners were especially extravagant - two huge platters of paella, all made from scratch! The dish with the yellow rice, as my mom calls it, epitomized Granny's fantastic cooking skills.

I have so many fond memories of our family sitting around the table enjoying a wonderful meal. Granny brought that to us. She was an amazing cook because she cared for others, and loved her family.

Yes, my Granny was caring.

She also lived a full and joyous life.

Granny had many deep, long friendships, and many of those friends are here today to honor her. Whenever I would see her, she would rattle off the 15 things she had done recently with various people: going shopping with so and so, having lunch with this person, attending an event with this group of people. And that was often just in one day!

Granny's friends were always very nice to me. I think that says something about who she chose as friends, and the type of person she was.

Granny was a prolific shopper. There's a pillow in her house that reads 'if the shoe fits, buy one in every color.' We used to joke that she had her own parking spot at Macy's, and that business suffered when she'd go on a long trip. I remember all the times she would take me shopping for my birthday, buying me clothes and shoes. I also remember Grandpa's reaction when we got home; he was never pleased with the bill.

Music was an important part of Granny's life. She taught me songs on her piano, but I was never as good as her. Whenever I would play something at her house, she would always tell me, "that was nice, now try to play it softer and slower." She sang in the church here, as well as with the Fun Time Singers group. And who can forget the dancing recitals in downtown San Jose? If you haven't seen pictures of those costumes, make it your mission at the house today. As a kid I loved to yell out with my Mom, "Go Granny!" when her group came on.

Yes, my Granny lived a full and joyous life.

She was also adventurous.

Granny was a world traveler and visited five continents. I will forever treasure the trip to Africa with her and my parents. We rode in a helicopter over Victoria Falls, enjoyed 'sundowners' in the company of 1000 cape buffalo, and traipsed around drunk gorillas in the rainforest!

Granny didn't save adventure just for travel though. Try a new stretch on the grass? Play some corn hole? Have a go on the PlayStation? Why not? My Granny would try it!

Yes, my Granny lived an adventurous life.

There's a sticker on a garage cabinet in her house that reads "It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice." I think my Granny embodied that, every single day. She emanated so much love everywhere she went.

My whole life, we shared this running gag. She would always ask me, “have I ever told you…how much I love you?” I would respond, “yes Granny, you’ve told me, I know, you love me.” Over the years, we would simply say, “have I ever told you?”

Granny, you have left an inspirational legacy and impacted all of us. Have I ever told you?