Not many people can say they never heard a harsh word nor experienced disapprobation from their bridge partner in 3 years. I can. Dee was always in it for fun, even when we competed at tournaments with Bill Gates in attendance.
The shock and suddenness of her death are very difficult to deal with for her friends, I can only imagine how it must be for her family.
The service 1/7/2006 was a fitting tribute to Dee’s memory, and, of course, a website is the perfect place for her “memorial”.
I’ll be sure to buy that edition of the Guinness Book when it’s published.
With deepest sympathy,
LuAnne Evenson
No Person is Ever Truly Alone
by Richard Fife
No person is ever truly alone.
Those who live no more,
Whom we loved,
Echo still within our thoughts,
Our words, our hearts.
And what they did
And who they were
Becomes a part of all that we are,
Forever.
I am the daughter of Dee's first cousin, Charles Turner Lincoln, who was named after Dee's father, Charles Turner. I'm sure I'd met her as a baby, but I couldn't recall having met her, so when I had the chance to be in Los Angeles, my husband Brian and I spent a lovely afternoon with Dee, her husband, Pablo, and all 3 children. Her house was lovely, her garden amazing, the children slightly younger adults than I am and very friendly. It was wonderful to meet my second cousins and get to know Dee a little bit.
We Lincoln's have sent pink roses to help grace the center where her service will be held. We'd love to be there in person. Better yet, it would have been wonderful to know all the Turner/Caballeros better. I hope Sheri, Grace (Linda), and Paul will feel permanently invited to visit my family here in Washington DC.
Here's to Dee!
Jane Lincoln
January 6, 2006
We are all in the same boat in a stormy sea, and we owe each other a terrible loyalty.
GK Chesterton
THE BROKEN CHAIN
Author Unknown
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone,
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
Janet Johnson and I knew your Mother at Bates College. We were so very sorry to learn of your Mother's passing. She lived a wonderful life and she loved you and your brother and sister and grandchildren!! It was fun for us on the east coast to keep in touch with Dee, as every Christmas we would get pictures of the children.
We will be thinking of all of you January 7th and wish we could be there with you. We, too, played bridge and I understand that is what you will be doing. How fitting!!
Adrienne Wright
January 6, 2006
We've been friends for so long— I remember your pre-wedding dinner and still have the picture hanging on my wall with Paul, his brother, Victor, Bud, you and me. I attended your wedding and you attended mine in the winter of 1959. Those were the days!! Bud and Paul worked at JFK. You guys left in the dead of night for California and we followed in 1966. Our kids were born and we spent many good times during the Holidays at each other's homes. Every time I go to the Redondo Beach pier I think of Paul buying his New Year's Day fish and preparing dinner for us.
Our kids grew up, married and we then got to share our grandchildren. It's been a long road. Take care of yourself up there and I KNOW you'll start a bridge club!
Beverly Sherman
January 6, 2006
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
Author Unknown
When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little— but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take, and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the master’s plan, a step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds. Miss me, but let me go.
As a child, Dee (of course she's been Dorcas all my life), her sister, Carol (Callie) and her parents, Shirley and Charles Turner (then living in Cranford, NJ) would make an annual trip to suburban Philadelphia for Thanksgiving with the rest of the Turner family. Margaret Colley Turner, the Turner matriarch, lived with her two daughters: Ruth Turner Lincoln, and Wilma Turner Estes. Ruth and her husband Allen Lincoln, had a son, Charles Turner Lincoln, and a daughter, Mary Lee Lincoln. Wilma (divorced from her husband) had one child, Margaret Estes. Ruth and Wilma's younger brother, Charles, had two daughters: Dorcas (Dee) and Carol. Mary Lee was born January 31st 1933; Margaret was born June 16, 1933, and Dorcas was born the same year in October! So we three were all '33 babies. Although we didn't see a great deal of each other, we felt a cousinly closeness.
I remember going to Dee's father's funeral with Aunt Shirley, to Nyack, NJ where her father's ashes were placed. Many years later, when my husband Dick and I were visiting my father in Cape Canaveral Beach, we did connect with Dee who was on business nearby, and we had a great time catching up. My father was a lifelong fan of the Dodgers and had attended baseball games before the 1920's at the Fenway Park baseball stadium. He knew all the players, and stats, and he and Dee really had a great time. It was such fun to listen to the two of them comparing notes and laughter. Of course, I dearly wish the '33 cousins had made more of an effort to see each other. There is so much we could have shared. It is my hope that I can develop some relationship with Dee's children, as they may wish to know more about the Turner side of their family.
Offered in affection from her cousin, Margaret, now living in snowy Vermont.
January 4, 2006
So sorry to hear about Dee...she was a wonderful person..never had an unkind word to say about anyone..we really enjoyed seeing her and playing against her at AIB..she will be missed. I'll never forget the time she heard I was having computer problems..how quick she was to offer to help...she and LuAnne gave us some hearty laughs at the tables..which is not always an easy thing to do...when I read the letter describing what happened to her, I was saddened and shocked..but you know she passed away in a manner that everyone can only hope for: quickly and instantly.. With Deepest Sympathy,
Robin Thompson and Gerry Lollis
friends from Adventures In Bridge
December 29, 2005
