I will never forget how helpful you were to me
when I started my work helping the elderly.
An African American woman, you treated
people of all races the same in your loving
and compassionate lifetime of service to
the sick, the dying, the homeless,
the poor, and the elderly.
For your years of dedicated service, you
deserved the street named after you:
Dorothy Brown Street, and the many
accolades you were honored with for
your incomparable compassion and
all that you did selflessly for others.
I regret I was in the Philippines when you died
and never got to go to your funeral.
Years later when I returned to America and
settled back in Greensboro, I tried to find
your gravesite, but I could never find it
to pay you homage and thanks for all the
help you gave me for finding services
and resources to better serve the
many seniors needing help
in our community.
It is my hope that when I die,
I’ll see you again to thank you for being
the wonderful human being you were and
for your exemplary service to others,
and your expertise you shared with me.
Bob Boyd
