Annette Bell
Dawn is a sweet friend. We first met at a church we formerly attended in Northern Virginia, before she moved back to California, near the end of 2016. She loved evangelizing using tracts while on her travels. She loves Jesus, and she loves people well. She longs for the salvation of Israel on a greater scale. Dawn was great at keeping in touch, even after she moved away. She would call me on the phone. Most people text first, or only text. I always appreciated hearing her voice and talking with her. When she flew into Dulles Airport and had a little extra time, she would contact me and we would meet up at Reston Town Center and eat a meal together. I felt she was a very loyal person. She didn’t like corruption, especially in the church, and she wasn’t afraid to speak up when she perceived it. Our last phone conversation was September 30, 2025. I remember walking around in circles on my deck while we had an animated conversation. When I tried to reach her in November, she texted that she was in too much pain to talk on the phone. 😢 By then, I believed her time on earth was short. Even though she couldn’t talk and usually didn’t respond, I would text her pictures of hanging out with my 6-year-old “nephews” at the time. And tell her I’m praying for her. On January 31, she texted me that she was on hospice. She said she didn’t want to talk about any details. I said goodbye, essentially, for now. Our last exchange was February 1, when I asked if I could tell my parents and ask them to join me in praying for her and she said sure. I’m kind of glad for her sake that she gets to rest in Heaven before the Tribulation, but at the same time, I knew she wished for more time. Had she been given more days here on earth, I expect she would still be fruitful. I am looking forward to our reunion after I die.
