Dottie was a force of nature, an unrelenting dynamo of lifelong service, pouring herself out for others. Egoless, but hyper-focused on the goal. Once she took up a cause, she would enlist (make that insist) and motivate the involvement of many many others and go on as a collective effort to engender real, positive, useful, practical, change in the world. She led from behind and was enormously respected and loved by those with whom she served. She got the best out of everybody she touched. I never knew just how deep and wide her influence was until her health failed and folks began visiting to pay their respects in her final months. There were so many people all day every day asking the nurse's station to buzz them in, that the Home just threw up their hands and left the door open. The count of her visitors in three months surpassed by orders of magnitude any prior numbers. Thousands, literally. She was our family matriarch, my maternal aunt and fairy godmother, and I loved her dearly, disagreed (as a young adult) with her a lot (she was very particular about things), and I miss her every day. I know she's now in heaven organizing the angels into work groups and outreach missions, whatever is needed, whether they meant to sign up for it or not!