Irene-Dortch-Obituary

Irene Preston Dortch

Birmingham, Alabama

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DORTCH, IRENE PRESTON, of Birmingham, an award-winning writer, media and public relations professional and senior medical editor at UAB, died August 12, 2006. Born in New York, Irene received a B.A. degree, cum laude, from St. John's College Annapolis, Maryland, and a M.A. degree in cultural...

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A very insightful and energetic being to be around...I enjoyed Irene whenever we were amongst each other... Sending my condolences.

I first met Irene in the summer of 1961, she was riding her pinto and I was a riding instructor at a boys camp. She was a shinning star and I will always remember her beautiful smile and wonderful laugh.

I was very fortunate to have known Irene since she was thirteen years old. We grew up together and learned to ride by together in a rather unorthodox manner. When our neighbor who had two horses in a rather large pasture was away on Thursday afternoons, we would ride them, no saddle no bridle, fall off, stay on, but we learned how to ride. I have so many stories, all so very real, and so very dear, that I would like to share. Irene was a teacher, and an older sister to me that I will...

My life is richer for having known, and worked with Irene. May she rest in peace.

My deepest and most loving sympathy goes out to her Friends and Family. I will deeply miss her love, care and most of all compassion for others.
A Loving Neighbor and Friend.
Angie Chastain

Irene was a unique personality. She lived her life according to her own muse. I will miss her very much.

As long as I've worked at UAB, I've heard the name of Irene Dortch. I actually had to pleasure of working down the hall from her in 2000 to present day. She is loved by all who knew her. There will be a hole in our hearts that only she could fill. She will be missed terribly.

What a wonderful colleague! Irene was ALWAYS positive and helpful whenever she worked with me on a project. She will be missed so much. Even in her struggles, she never talked about herself. I only have wonderful memories of her kind spirit.

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.