It was the type of love story found in films.
Amy Catherine Vaughn Shoffner met her soulmate, David Glenn Shoffner, when her sister and his cousin were dating. For 42 years, Mrs. Shoffner finished her husband’s sentences and their three children found them shagging to beach music in the kitchen every Friday and Saturday night.
Two years ago, Mr. Shoffner died in room two at Lower Cape Fear Hospice. When Mrs. Shoffner was diagnosed with cancer, she requested the room where her husband spent his last moments.
Mrs. Shoffner, of Supply, died Friday, July 10, 2015, in room two at Lower Cape Fear Hospice. She was 67.
What Brian Shoffner, Mrs. Shoffner’s son, remembers most about his mother is the love she shared with her family, especially the unconditional love she had for his father. Rather than going out on the weekends, Mrs. Shoffner preferred to dance with her husband in the evening at home, then stay up late into the night talking. It was a never-ending honeymoon.
Mrs. Shoffner’s oldest daughter, Catherine “Cathy” Simmons, said her parents could finish each other’s sentences and had an uncanny way of knowing what the other was thinking. Spending time with her loved ones and taking care of them was a high priority for her mother. Mrs. Shoffner knew how to “take a little and make it big,” whether that meant stretching dollars or food.
Years ago, Mrs. Shoffner woke her children early for a spontaneous vacation. The kids threw clothes and toiletry items down the stairs and Mrs. Shoffner stuffed everything into a bag. Once in the car, Mrs. Shoffner and her husband let the children take turns choosing the direction to take next when they came to stop signs and forks in the road, driving until they found a hotel with a pool. The family enjoyed days of swimming and eating takeout, content in each other’s company.
It was one of Mrs. Simmons’ favorite vacations, and just one of the many ways Mrs. Shoffner put her family first.
“She was very supportive. She had a strong will and strength and she let you know the truth. You didn’t always like it or agree, but she was always right,” Mrs. Simmons said.
Mrs. Simmons laughed as she recalled the day she got married. Her mother was in the bride’s room with her and reminded her daughter that she still had time to back out.
“She said, ‘If you change your mind right now, I’ll walk out with you,” Mrs. Simmons said. “She might argue with you, but she stood behind you.”
Mrs. Shoffner’s youngest daughter, Doree Kimrey, remembers her mother as extremely determined. She learned from her mother that giving up isn’t an option.
“She fought the [cancer], she didn’t just lay down and let it take her,” Mrs. Kimrey said.
Brian Shoffner agreed, and said though it hurts to let her go, he’s comforted knowing his mother is dancing with her soulmate once again.
Mrs. Shoffner was a great mother to her children, Mrs. Kimrey said. She taught them the importance of love and fighting for what you believe in, the benefits of being stubborn and how to make the simplest of times the most memorable.
All of the Shoffner children agree: Their mother was “one hell of a lady.”
Born in Alamance County on June 4, 1948, she was a daughter of the late William E. and Clara Louise Pyles Vaughn. She was preceded in death by her husband, David Glenn Shoffner; sister, Doris Vaughn; and brother, Billy Vaughn.
Survivors include her son, Brian Shoffner and wife, Jackie; daughters, Catherine Simmons and husband, Keith, and Doree Kimrey and husband, Brian; brothers, John Shoffner and Steve Shoffner; sisters, Janice Kinney and Molly Horsemon; and 10 grandchildren.
A celebration of life will be held at 3 p.m. Thursday, July 16, 2015, at the home of Doree Kimrey, 3531 Brundage Lane, Mebane, NC 27302.
Memorials may be made in her name to Lower Cape Fear Hospice, 955 Mercy Lane, Bolivia, NC 28422.
Please leave online condolences for the family at Brunswick Funeral Service.
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Amanda Thames is the obituary writer for Port City Daily. Reach her at 910-772-6319 or firstname.lastname@example.org.