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DOLORES LOUISE COULTER

DOLORES LOUISE COULTER On Wednesday, March 6, Dolores Louise Coulter was reunited with her husband Harry, and went to be with her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. She passed away quietly in her sleep at Desert Valley Hospital with her son, Dennis, and her daughter-in-law, Robin at her side. Born in Jeannette, Pennsylvania to John and Angeline Miller on September 11, 1924, she moved to Los Angeles with her family at an early age. A member of the Class of 1942, Dolores graduated from John C. Fremont High School. After graduation, she went to work for the Lockheed Aircraft Corporation where she supported the war effort as an administrative assistant. On November 25, 1944, she married Harry E. Coulter and they lived happily together for the next 68 years. After years of traveling as an Air Force family, Dolores and family settled down in Apple Valley in 1969. Having reared five children, Dolores became a real estate agent with Allison-Hinkle Realty. She and her husband, Harry, eventually established several investment corporations. In addition to a successful career in real estate, Dolores had an active social life. She and her family were long time members of the Apple Valley Country Club, where they enjoyed many years of golf, club activities and good friends. Dolores' sense of humor, love of life, and joy of family, will be missed by all, especially by her 5 children: Craig, Dennis (Robin), Richard (Linda), Kimberly (Bob), Mark (Diana), as well as her 10 grandchildren: Shane (Anne), James (Danyel), Keith, Misty, Candace (Jeff), David, Khali, Jenna, Michael, Bobby along with 6 great grandchildren: Derek, Ethan, Lexi, Autumn, Sienna and Carl. A memorial service will be held on Friday, March 15 at 5pm. The event will take place at Sunset Hills Memorial Park, 24000 Waalew Road, Apple Valley, 92307 To Mom, I had rather an epiphany last night. I know it was only a dream, but somehow it seemed like God was trying to smooth the weary creases from my face. You know, the same as a mother does when she wipes the tears from her child's face with the palm of her hand. I saw my Mom approach the gates of heaven. As she drew near, there was a simple wooden bridge that arched across a crystal clear brook. On the other side, stood our Lord, Jesus Christ. As their eyes met, she bowed her head and waited. Then the words came, "Cross over my child," and so she did. Staring intently at the wooden planks of the bridge, she placed one foot in front of the other until she reached the other side and stood upon solid ground. Then she heard Him say her name, "Dolores." As she raised her eyes to meet His, she saw that his arms were outstretched, and there, right there, He took her in His arms ever so gently and said, "We've been waiting for you." "We?" she wondered? "We?" and she lifted her face from the comfort of her Lord's shoulder, she looked across an emerald field and saw a familiar figure. He was standing, patiently, as if he had been waiting for some time. And at that instant, she knew, without a doubt, that she was in heaven. "Harry?" "Dolores!" And the instant our Lord released her, she began to run, and it occurred to her that she had not run like this in so many years. Her body was so full of energy and her legs so light; she literally leaped into to his arms. For five long weeks she had been yearning for those arms that had held her for 68 years. And as they embraced, she knew, she was home...forever. I love you Mom, I'll be home before the street lights come on, Dennis
Published in the Daily Press on Mar. 12, 2013
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