Donna Lee Thornton -
Donna was twenty-
Throughout her ‘journey’ with cancer, and I use her word not mine, she faced her own dark corner and shouldered not only her own grief but also the sadness of the people who loved her. And I think about that word ‘journey.’ She had no patience with the words ‘fight’ or ‘battle’ there was nothing she could do to win this one and she wasn’t leaving this world a loser. Journey would also be the word I would choose to describe her life. Short it may have been; cruelly so, but with every hurdle she overcame, she grew in strength and insight and character. It was these qualities which drove her to help set up a project to look after prostitutes in Hull and then to nurse and counsel people with AIDS.
I knew her for such a short time, but from the first encounter I felt that I had gained a friend. She had the gift of making people feel valued and cared for. You learned never to ask her opinion if all you were looking for was reinforcement of your own views. She was fiercely loyal and if you were between a rock and a hard place, you could count on her to be there with you.
Bolshy, impatient, strong-