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Shirley Dawsey Johnson

November 6, 1932 - February 3, 2018

Burial Date: February 8, 2018

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Posted by:
Tommy Harley

Posted on:
February 7, 2018

Thoughts and prayers for ya’ll during this time. I’m sure my Mom was there to greet her.

Posted by:
Charles Gee

Posted on:
February 7, 2018

Eric, Saddened to learn of your mother's passing. I know she fought the good fight and that you were there for her to the end. Please know that you and your family are in the thoughts and prayers of your many friends in the South Carolina Athletic Coaches Association during these difficult times. I pray that you will find God's peace and comfort in the days ahead and that her legacy will live on through the lives of those she impacted as a teacher and friend. God bless. Charles Gee Chaplain South Carolina Athletic Coaches Association cgee@fca.org (803) 206-8795

Posted by:
Teal Britton

Posted on:
February 6, 2018

My thoughts and prayers are with the Johnson Family for the broken hearts mourning the loss of Mrs. Shirley. I can still hear her voice from down the hall of the old Horry Elementary School; see her 3rd grade classroom neatly aligned in ordered rows; and imagine the thousands of students who sat in her room for the 40 years she taught, mothered, and mentored up to three generations. Surely, no one left her class at the end of the year without knowing their multiplication tables and the capital cities of all 50 states. The vintage smells of old wood, the "schoolhouse green" paint on beaded board, the small cafeteria that prepared meals from scratch, and the fellowship that formed among the small faculty and staff are treasured memories, surfacing more often with the passing of those whom were icons in that small country school. There, the friendships extended beyond school walls and beyond decades, sharing celebrations and sadness; weddings, divorces, babies, graduations, grandchildren, illnesses, loss, and moves that pulled up roots to move closer to family for the golden years. Mrs. Shirley, Mr. Bobby, Dean and Eric seemed like an extension of my family, back in a time where people visited without having to make an appointment, where refreshments were served graciously, where conversations where frank and colorful, where garden vegetables and freshly-caught fish were shared, and when acts of friendship and caring were simple and genuine. Mrs. Shirley was one of many who went into the mission field of education, a principled vocation of service that is still the best tool we have to distribute opportunity to children who come from every kind of home we can imagine, and some we can't. She held high expectations, often served with a side of discipline. She had a unique sense of wit, an artistic ability for expression, a memorable laugh, and a gift for telling stories. Her intuition and common sense gave her a natural ability to “tell it like it is” and cut through the fog of unspoken thoughts that clouded a room. Mrs. Shirley loved her family dearly and unconditionally. She taught her sons the value of hard work; both of whom followed her footsteps to become teachers. Along their paths, both Dean and Eric were able to extend their mother's influence to other generations of children. I believe that education is still our best shot at making the world a better place. Regardless of the curriculum standards of the day, for whatever is added to, or taken away from, classroom instruction...teachers embody the sacred trust of passing along life’s greatest lessons. While never to appear on a standardized assessment, our lives are subjected to all kinds of tests that determine our ability to demonstrate courage, conviction, and creativity; things that teachers helped us to discover within ourselves. There is beauty in a life well-lived, however long the years. There is a sense of peace in being present for people we love, when age and illness makes those whom have always stood strong suddenly vulnerable; their humanity exposed. There is immeasurable devotion in the tireless vigil maintained when the stroke silenced Mrs. Shirley’s voice, breaking the communication between mind and body, suspending her in time until God called her home. You will forever be connected by the intimacy shared when holding your mother’s hand as she drew her last breath, and her having held you as you drew your first. Our Lord commands us to honor our father and mother, for which you have done with love and devotion. I pray the weight you feel in your heart will become lighter in time and that sadness gives way to celebration and thanksgiving for the life of Mrs. Shirley. Love, Teal Britton

Posted by:
Edward Johnson

Posted on:
February 6, 2018

Dean, Eric, Jena and family, I know this is a difficult time for you, but I can only hope you will find comfort and strength in your memories of your mother as time goes by. She touched the lives of hundreds, if not thousands, of children who went on to live lives filled with lessons and wisdom she passed on to them. She did that in a way that showed them she cared about them not just as students but as people. Even though I was never a student of hers, I felt that strength through caring every time I was in her presence. I will miss her dearly. She was a joy to be around, and I know that joy will live on in the ways you all touch the lives of everyone around you. - Edward

Posted by:
John Boozer Williams

Posted on:
February 5, 2018

Dean and family, my thoughts and prayers are with you. For even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear not for thine art with me. I pray for comfort and peace that only God can provide.

 

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