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From:
John Flinn
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016
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My most vivid memory of Jan was her smiling. She seemed to get a real kick out having us around, listening to our dumb teenage conversations. i remember her genuine laugh and how she seemed to actually be happy having Tommy's friends come by. You remember those parents and forget the ambivalent or uninterested ones. I remember your mom as a very sweet woman. She was slight and had a real energy about her. She was interested and connected with the boys lives. I haven't seen her in a long time, I can't remember the last time. But in the shadow mountain years when we all were so close and shared so much of our lives together I remember her being there too.
I'm sorry for your loss, guys. She was always very nice to me and it made a lifelong impression on me.
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From:
Phil Hodgson
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Monday, February 15, 2016
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I am so saddened by the passing of Jan and my thoughts and prayers go out to her boys and their families. I will always remember her for her kindness and generosity and she absolutely adored her boys and was so very proud of them.
She was affectionately known as Mrs Duggan, Jan, or Gima. I have been flooded by fond memories of Gima that it is hard to share just one, but I will never forget the time Mike spilled the red Slurpee on her prized rug. She was so upset and sent Mike and Tom to their room, then she gave me a look that said "Yeah, you too." Despite her best efforts, there was a permanent pink spot on that rug. She always treated her boys' friends as if they were her own, and I was one of the fortunate ones to have spent many days and sleepovers at the Duggans' home as a child. Her home was always open to us. She drove us places, fed us, and always took loving care of us. She always put our welfare above her own. We couldn't appreciate at the time just how generous she was when we were kids but now that I am a parent I can understand the sacrifices she made.
May you rest in peace Gima, you will always have a special place in my heart.
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From:
Nate Phillips
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Sunday, February 14, 2016
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I distinctly remember Gma's voice. I remember playing at both houses and always feeling safe and loved. We could be in any room in the house and she could be across the entire house and as soon as we even thought about doing something foolish we would hear her voice through the closed doors....."Miiiiiiiiichael..." It was never yelling or threatening. We were never scared. It was comforting. It was comforting to know that someone cared about us. Someone cared enough to reinforce right from wrong. Someone cared enough to keep us from cracking our skulls. Someone cared enough to make us dinner (even that Hawaian chicken dish that I didn't like), drive us everywhere, and love us.
Her actions taught her boys and us to be men. I learned parenting from watching her raise boy Matty into a man. I learned strength and respect from watching her relationship with our idol Tom. I watched her take care of Pat and teach us how to be supportive spouses. We learned about coping, family, and dignity from her actions after the loss of Kathy. I learned compassion and resilience from her relationship with Mike.
I will never forget her actions or her voice. It lives on in you three boys and all of your close friends. All of you have dealt with some form of adversity including Gma's passing that would crush most men. Instead of folding, Gma's spirit has gotten you through it and made you better men. Men of honor, love, strength, and family.
Thank you Gma, your spirit lives forever
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From:
Michael Duggan
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Thursday, February 11, 2016
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So many memories come to mind, obviously. Mom was beyond special, beyond generous, and so dedicated to her family. One thing I can honestly remember is that in the entire 18 years that I lived under her roof in Phoenix, my mother took ONE trip where she went out of town without her kids....ONE. In 18 years, she took one overnight Girls trip with two friends. The rest of her days were dedicated to taking Tom and I to practice for all the different sports we played, to cooking us dinner, to helping with our homework, to everything that goes into raising kids. She was the most giving mother a child could ask for.
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