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Remembering Dorothy Galloway
By Michael Wright
It is with great sorrow that I am writing this article about such a wonderful woman. She was one of the people I admired so much, and she was the kindest and most compassionate person I’ve ever known.
Dorothy Galloway was killed in a car accident Sunday, Sept. 29. For those of you who knew Dorothy — and those who didn’t — you should know what a great woman she was. She was always there when needed.
Dorothy was a community activist, a lover of life, an inspiration to so many people, and she had a heart of gold. She would give her shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know because her heart was filled with giving help to anyone in need.
I, and many of you, can’t begin to count Dorothy’s many accomplishments. A few I know are MotherHouse, AIDS Care Network, Hunger Connection, Northern Illinois Food Bank, and there were so many other charities, boards, fund-raisers and arts events.
I was there when Dorothy won the “Spirit of Caring Award” from Crusader Clinic in 1999, and I know she certainly deserved it. Her love of volunteering was always heartfelt, and the radiance that she gave out when working with people was astounding. I’m sure she would want that same chemistry to be in all of our hearts and actions.
Dorothy’s husband, Ed Riddle, a prominent artist in Rockford, was also in that lethal accident and is in the Critical Care Unit. May God watch over him.
An 18-year-old, in a stolen vehicle, on drugs, speeding, veering into multiple lanes, and crashing directly into Dorothy’s car killing her instantly, has perpetuated such anger in me. However, I know that our new angel is probably saying, “That young man didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” That’s who Dorothy was, will always be, and she will never be forgotten.
I know there is no way any of us can compare to Dorothy’s legend, but I hope and pray that just one little bit of her will always be in my heart and yours.
From the Oct. 2-8, 2013, issue