Dorothy and I were neighbors beginning in my 2nd grade year and we spent many times playing at each others' homes. One time at her house, her mother had made home made donuts-my mom never did that-and she gave us the donut holes, it was the best donut I had ever had. As we grew older we hoed beets for my father, getting up early and in the field by 6 am in the cool of the day, we would hoe until noon. We got some pretty good tans those years, shedding our sweatshirts and hoeing in our swim suits. Then we attended church youth group together, she went off to college, got married and had Brian, then Darren and then Melanie. As we raised our families just 25 miles apart we kept in touch but didn't see quite so much of each other. We were thrilled to share in the special moments of each others' lives...JUMP Co. productions, weddings, grandbabies, special birthdays. Then Dorothy and Leonard and John and I began to have dinners together and play games. Dorothy loved to play games and we had so many wonderful evenings. My husband, John, loves to change the rules once in awhile and Dorothy liked the rules the way they were so the "rule" was- the host made the rules. One such evening at our house, John tweaked the rules, we began to play and Dorothy, laughingly says, "I don't think I can play this way" and we all had a chuckle.
One of the things Dorothy and I shared was the love of fabric and quilting. I think we both started out sewing clothes for our kids and ourselves and then branched out into quilting when the kids were grown. Dorothy was so committed to her "Helping Hands" quilt group and took so much pride in the great amount of quilts they produced each winter and in the fact that so many people would be comforted and warmed by those quilts. She worked tirelessly making backs for the quilts, buying backing fabric and then delivering the quilts to the various non-profits, even when she was hurting she kept faithfully working. What a legacy she left behind!
I think Dorothy and I shared the three "f's" family, faith and fabric. She was a blessing from God to me as a faithful friend. My heart is cracked and I miss her every day, her voice, her smile and her laugh. My life will never be the same without my friend in it, but I am so thankful that I know I will see her again and that Jesus is holding her and listening to her voice. That her suffering is over and she is in the happiest place, forever in the presence of her Savior.