Debbie Loftus Shipe McGuire

She was a hard worker. She would work her tail off for you if you would let her. She thought about herself little, and of her community more than it probably deserved. A sense of humor that not everyone in the room could catch & a sense Etiquettcy.

I remember how she was a private person and it’s what made her so intriguing. Making her smile with monologues was about the greatest thing to be a part of. She was always genuin even if you were in trouble. She quickly forgave in a way that I can’t quite describe. Authenticity was always appreciated and she had an eye for it. Each time she came into a room the energy would simultaneously increase and if there was any tension it would be gone by the time she walked past you. She mattered.

Golden hair that blew in the wind reaching what seemed like the floor; was typically down, and quiet curly. Candles! They were always lit and she has a particular way to extinguish them. The sent of Gardenia was her most favorite. Her walls had porcelain Marty gra styled masks along with stars and moons. She liked to see other express themselves threw fashion.

As being whole. No woes. As, her sun has set; and her life ended here, in another world her shine has risen.