When Granny died, the preacher had just returned from ministering to area Native Americans. He called Granny "Clan Mother," but said God would provide a new Clan Mother. Dorothy stepped up and kept the family together with birthday celebrations for siblings, picnics at the Kennedy Pavilion, and coming at a moment's notice when my mother was ill. As the eldest daughter, I know what it is like to feel the responsibility but know that you will never be your mother to those who have lost her. Like Granny, Dorothy had boundless energy, warm welcome and friendliness to everyone, and an unusual sense of humor. Dorothy's creative spirit always wanted to be close to God, and now she is with Him. Just like before, God will provide new Clan Mothers to guide the family in the future.