Doris Huffhines Gleason was born February 15, 1924, in Dallas to John Earle and Bessie Barnett Huffhines. In 1954, Doris married Jerry F. Gleason. And the couple were married 61 years at the time of his death on November 21, 2015. 

During one period of Jerry’s longtime career in the oil industry, the couple left Texas, spending 13 years on the East Coast raising their two daughters before returning to Dallas where they eventually retired. 

During retirement, Doris loved travels abroad with Jerry, visiting many countries in Asia and Europe, including China. She most recently fulfilled a longtime dream of cruising Alaska. Doris was most popular among her three granddaughters and family and friends for her love of genealogy of which she passionately spent hours studying and researching. Her devotion inspired her to write the book, The Search for the Ancestry of Joseph Forman, published in 2011. 

Both Doris and Jerry were those kind of people who you were better for knowing. They were from the greatest generation and they personified the godliest persons by the familiar phrase “the salt of the earth.”

She was tremendously kind and generous, she had a wonderful sense of humor, she was extremely intelligent and thoughtful, and she loved to tell stories about her years with Jerry, the kids, and her grandchildren. 

Doris was the kind of person who thought about others before herself. She was the consummate host and she wanted you to feel like the most important person in the world. 

Doris lost an infant, she lost a daughter before her passing, and she was faithful in a marriage to one person, Jerry, for 61 years.  Doris left behind instructions that she wished to be passed down to her granddaughters which were her treasure. The following are her parting words.

Doris wrote: 

"From Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (The Preacher)

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to be born, and a time to die; 

A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 

A time to kill, and a time to heal; 

A time to break down, and a time to build up; 

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; 

A time to mourn, and a time to dance; 

A time to die and my time has come. 

A time to weep, but there will be much laughter ahead for you. 

Today you mourn but remember to dance with happiness in the future.

She writes: “My religion and my faith have been a very personal matter for me. Not all of our days are filled with sunshine. All humankind on occasion sips from the cup of adversity, and your Granddad and I have known some of those dark days. But there are lessons to be learned from those experiences. 

(From Romans 5). Suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts. 

Faith, hope, and love. Paul wrote, “Faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.”

Faith, we continue to believe, even when we do not always understand what is happening in our lives. (Perhaps a bit of humor is not misplaced here.) I have thought often of the hereafter when we will be reunited with all of those we have loved. I will join with my two grandmothers who will be 10 and 12 years younger than I am, my dear mother who will be 48 years old, and my two daughters who will be 51 years old and a two day old infant. While I do not understand how all of this will work out, I have faith that the Lord knows exactly what he is doing, and it will be a glorious reunion. 

Hope inspires us to continue, and always remember that God does not forsake us.

Love, the greatest of the three. We have been blessed with much love in our family, and my granddaughters know how much love they have generated for Granddad and me. So, continue to keep a strong faith, hold your hopes on high, and share your love with each other and those around you. May God keep you in His care."

Doris lived a full and wonderful life. A life that was filled with faith, and hope, and love.

On Sunday, October 30, 2016, at age 92, Doris went to be with our Lord. 

On March 11, 2019, Doris Gleason’s Death Certificate was amended to “homicidal violence including smothering”. 

Shannon and Eric's Memory:

Mama and Daddy traveled world-wide – Russia, Europe, India, China, Egypt, South Pacific.

They were waiting to get old before going on an Alaskan cruise.  We lost Daddy before he made it; Mama joined us on a cruise Aug. 2016.  We were on different decks, so for muster, we went to different locations.  We told her we would meet her at her cabin when it was over.  Waiting in the hallway, I see Mama coming up the stairs – she went up four flights of stairs on the ship because there was a crowd at the elevator, and she didn’t think she should wait.  I told her I was pretty sure people would step aside and let a little lady with a cane move forward – she was 92 at the time.  Nope, she didn’t operate that way. If there was a hitch in a plan, she thought about it and implemented the solution.  There was very little she would accept she couldn’t do.  This trait reappeared at the Seattle airport heading home from the cruise.  As we approached TSA the first agent said “Ma’am may I get you a wheelchair?” Mama said no, she was fine.  The young man continued “Ma’am, this is a big airport and your gate is at the farthest point.” Mama responded “No, that wasn’t necessary, maybe in 5 to 7 years.” 

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