Lexington Herald Leader Obituary
I met Bobbye one spring about 15 years ago. She was Margaret P. Buster and I was her tax preparer. We would get together and go through all her information. She was very thorough and organized, private and reserved, but also very passionate about what she believed in and felt. Many of our conversations involved family, our values and faith in God. It was a pleasant surprise that one Sunday I discovered we attended the same church. But, just like Bobbye, she quietly sat in the back of the sanctuary, worshiped and returned home. She never had the attitude that she “needed to be seen”. She worked, raised a family, went to church and had great pride in where she came from. That’s it. When she left this world, it was quiet, and peaceful, her service was simple and unassuming, just as Bobbye would have wanted.
The last time I saw Bobbye, she was no longer interested in leaving her home and so I went to her house for our “annual get together”. She made me a sandwich, asked about me and my family, expressed her joy in watching my daughter grow, bragged about her grandchildren, fussed at the government, told me she missed going to church and when I left she said, “I’ll see you next time if I’m here”.
I’ll miss Bobbye this spring. I know, because I miss her now. Rest in peace, my friend.
~Liz Fulkerson

