My friend Jackie Weathers was a beautiful southern belle with a North Carolina drawl I’m certain stopped many a heart over the years. She had a way with poetry, and with making strangers feel welcome. She was one of the first to greet me when I joined the DFW Writer’s workshop and was always one of my greatest supporters in my early days as a writer. When others were telling me that my diary format would never work, and that my witch’s language was too rough, she would shake her head and say, “I like it.”
We published one of her stories when I was working with Heroes. It was about good Samaritans who helped her when she accidentally locked her keys in her car in the middle of the Smokey Mountains. She couldn’t believe how kind they’d all been to her that day. But I always wondered how could someone not be kind to Jackie? She was such an incredible woman. She loved to travel and she often did it alone. She’d write stories and do talks about safety for women, and she always was looking out for the rest of us.
The world is a little sadder now that Jackie’s gone. Of course, she wouldn’t like that. She’d want us to throw a big party and celebrate her wild and wonderful life.
I hope she knows how much she will be missed. We love you Jackie.