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Harriett Dawson Watson Harriett Dawson Watson, 73, of Amarillo died
Sunday, October 9, 2016 in Amarillo.
Memorial Services will be held at 2:00 PM
Saturday, November 26, 2016, at Milano United
Methodist Church and also at 2:00 PM Wednes-day,
December 21, 2016, at Rector Funeral Home
Osage Chapel, 2800 S. Osage St. in Amarillo.
“I’ll be back for you,” were Mother’s words,
and because we know she keeps her promis-es,
we trust. She was tuned to the beat of her
own drum, making all her choices with inde-pendence,
even the time of day she would enter
Hospice. Strong-willed, certain of her path, and
unique, she made a notable impression even in
ICU. Her nurse, who had been in the profession
for over thirty years, told us, “I’ve never seen
anyone like her.” We laughed because her obser-vation
solidified what we had always known.
Thankfully, that nurse, and all others who pro-vided
care, listened when Momma expressed her
wishes. At Hospice, precious caregivers contin-ued
granting dignity and tender mercy. Because
of her time there, Mother would want donations
made to your local Hospice. This gift will be val-ued
far longer than flowers.
Momma is fully in our spirits. For anyone to
say “I am sorry for your loss” is simply not nec-essary.
We are her children: Chad, D’Ann and
Angie. The force of her love shines brightly in
us, as it does in our daddy Tommy, who helped
her until the very last moment. We were present
to see her gracefully leave this world, a parting
she managed with such gentle ease and beauty.
We can tell you, most assuredly, there is a peace
that surpasses all understanding. It was her time.
She told us it was time. In the past few months,
she had said often how she was missing her
momma, Fay Dawson Christian, and her dad-dy,
Charles Harvey Dawson. She needed to go,
and today, we celebrate her entrance into the
comfort of their love. She will be waiting with
them for her three brothers, Fred, Larry, and
Rooster Dawson, and their time to reunite. She
was proud to be their sister and was able to tell
each of them her wishes during those last days.
From those brothers, she received loving sup-port,
along with love from their beautiful wives
and the many nieces and nephews who loved
Momma was an artist, a beautician. She
owned and operated her own shop in Milano,
Texas, where she created a notable presence for
45 years. She was the first woman in history to
be elected to the Milano ISD Board of Trust-ees
where she worked diligently to enhance the
experience of every student. She fought for the
underdog, she championed those who need-ed
helped, and she was fiercely protective of
those she loved. We have often said that you
certainly wanted Momma for you, not against
you. Many will tell stories of how she cared for
them, opened her home to them, and fed them.
Her story is epic, filled with courage and deter-mination,
diligence and kindness.
She returned four years ago to the Texas Pan-handle.
Having been born in Pampa, raised in
Stinnett, she then journeyed home. Where there
are roots, there are wings, and there will be
no greater legacy than her grandchildren who
will continue to take flight, armed with the
strength of early love and recent encouragement.
G-Momma was adored by K’Lee, who is married
to Eric, Becca, who is married to Morgan, and
then Callie, Ansley, Lana, Ty, and Madi. Along
with those grandchildren, my brother Chad, my
sister Angie, and I, have been held as her greatest
gifts. She loved all little ones, and had taught the
five-year-olds in Sunday School at Milano First
Baptist Church for several years. Many people
of Milano still call her Ms. Harriett. In addition,
pictured with Momma, is her crowning glory,
Lynzee Jade Reynolds, her great-granddaughter,
a precious one who said to her often, “G, you
my best fwiend.”
She was a dear companion to many. You
know who you are, young and old, from every
walk of life. She never met a stranger, loved to
talk, had much to say, and did so literally for 40
hours non-stop from arrival at the hospital until
she dozed off at Hospice and began her silent
journey to heaven. She departed on October 9,
2016, on a sweet Sunday afternoon-peaceful, as
a child loosed, listening for a still, small voice to
say, “Let the little children come unto me, and
do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven
belongs to such as these.”
Momma was a child at heart, and she gave
from a pure heart. A giver, that’s what she was,
and because she thought she could continue to
help others, she donated her body to science. She
would say, “If I can help any of my children or
grandchildren from hurting from these diseas-es,
then I’m going to do it.” Oh, how she loved
her grandbabies. The grandchildren especial-ly
loved watching movies with G. One of their
favorites was The Fox and the Hound. At the end
of this film, Widow Tweed says, “Goodbye may
seem forever, farewell is like the end, but in my
heart’s a memory, and there you’ll always be.”
She left a legacy for all of us.
Momma didn’t believe in goodbyes, but she
loved to socialize, especially at Christmas. Upon
her wish then, a memorial service will be held
on December 21, 2016, at 2 PM at the Rector
Funeral Home in Amarillo, Texas. Until then,
know that Love never dies; it simply chang-es
To sign the online guest register, go to www.
Harriett Dawson Watson with great-granddaugh-ter
Lynzee Jade Reynolds.