Dolores E. Feinglas

Dolores Elaine Feinglas—our beautiful, loving, funny, strong, protective wife, momma, mamaw, sister, aunt and friend—went home to be with the Lord on Monday, September 7, 2020.  Born September 20, 1941 and raised in Wickes, Arkansas by parents Goldie & Stell Gillaspy, both of whom preceded her in death, she was the oldest of six siblings—Ronnie (wife Linda), Jo (husband Leon), Stell, Jr. (wife Becky), Pam (husband Roger) and Curtis (wife Glenda).She met the love of her life, John (or Jack, as she called him), in 1959 in Texarkana, Texas. They would marry in 1961 & move to the Dallas area, where they proceeded to live their dream. In the ‘60s they welcomed their precious baby girl, Tammy, and 3 years later, a bouncing baby boy, Kevin, joined the family and completed their home. After many years of working for Oldsmobile, the family grew with granddaughters—Misty, with whom she shared a love for all things soft & fuzzy and Abbott and Costello movies—and then Jonna—with whom she bonded over many a trip back and forth to dance and all things sweet. She loved going to family dinners at Kevin, and his wife, Levy’s, house with all the kids—Junior, Nikki, Misty, Jonna and Rob. Once she retired from Oldsmobile, she started helping Tammy at the dance studio and greatly enjoyed watching all the little ones dancing.It didn’t take long once you knew her to figure out she loved laughing, roses, sweets, bread, crossword puzzles, playing games on Pogo, America’s Funniest Videos, and warm, fuzzy blankets.She grew up playing basketball, and even joined a team in the ‘60s for Southwestern Bell. Going back to Wickes to watch her nieces and nephews play was always one of her greatest joys. Dolores (Dee) and John (Jack) were blessed to be married for 59 years, and she loved all the great times they had. She may have had to push a ‘58 Chevy, ride a crazy horse and have a difficult time getting on a pool float, but she loved every minute of it and her crazy family! She was loved more than she probably knew, and there aren’t enough words to describe how very much she is already missed; however, we rejoice in the knowledge that we will see her again one day.