True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and value. -Ben Jonson
Last night, a woman who epitomized friendship lost her battle with cancer. I met Dee a few years ago when I moved to Georgia. Her closest friend, Lynda Fitzgerald, is a writer, and she and Dee were dedicated to The Atlanta Writers Club. Being new to the area, I didn’t know many people. Lynda and Dee kindly invited me and others into their home where we were made to feel like esteemed guests. It eased the homesickness I felt and helped me gain my footing in a strange place.
It was a privilege to know Dee: a kind, gentle woman who lived a quiet life filled with the simple things that many of us take for granted—candor, loyalty, companionship. She was unwavering in the support of Lynda’s writing and gracious to the other writers who frequented her home. The devotion between Dee and Lynda, a lifelong friendship that has weathered all life has to offer, is inspiring and worthy of emulation. Dee, you will be missed. More importantly, you will be remembered. It is my honor to call you friend.