Donna Anita Goldenberg

At times, when I'd see Donna, those Ritchie Valens song lyrics from the '50's "Oh Donna" 🎵 would spontaneously start playing its mental melody. Like the song, Donna was admired and loved dearly by her family and circle of friends. She touched all with her exuberance and kindness, a strong New York accent, and giggles that resound when I hit 'replay' from my memory bank. Donna's little rolling red library would show up often to share what she'd read or we'd get an email with: 'here's my recommendations...' She was also involved in book clubs. Donna loved sharing meals with "the girlfriends" aka 'the gf's'. She was typically "infamously" late even to her own birthday parties! We had lunches at Cafe Flora, holiday teas at Queen Mary or the Sorrento, and walked together at Bellevue Botanical Gardens. Donna and I compared 'notes' about our mutual teacup collections. We enjoyed decades of friendship as part of "the gf's" and now, with great sadness, must wave goodbye to one more of our own. Not in a forever loss, but an "I'll see ya later on down the road" kind of message. Oh Donna 🎵, thanks for all the moments of our long friendship! I lift a cup of Earl Grey in your honor!