Considering we all thought it would be from something unbelievably ridiculous given she was notoriously clumsy and accident prone, it is with shock that we share our mother, Rhonda Kay Hiott Dorsey, passed away on Monday from natural causes. She is survived by her three daughters, Brandy Walters, Brooke Gable, and Shona Montgomery, of whom she was embarrassingly proud of from the moment we were born. At every opportunity, she said we were the best things she ever did in her life, so it's only fitting that we begrudgingly list ourselves as her greatest accomplishment, while knowing she led a life full of greatness outside of her children. We are forever grateful for her unconditional love and her unwavering belief in us. We are better people because we were privileged to learn from the life she led - a life the impacts of which the world will continue to feel even though she is gone. Joining us in celebrating her life are Justin Gable, Nathan Walters, Derek Montgomery, who she thought of as only sons, not in-law, as evident by the lack of mercy she showed during holiday nerf-gun wars. They learned quickly to not believe her when she said she wasn't playing, only watching. She also leaves behind her two favorite people in the world, her grandsons, Tyler Bear and Monster Miles, whose time being spoiled by their rule-less Nonda ended much too soon. To honor her memory, we will occasionally allow them to eat nothing but candy for 24 hours straight, jump off furniture with reckless abandon, watch endless hours of cartoons, and not say "no" to anything. This loss is a burden we won't carry lightly. She loved animals, was happiest at the beach, and ended every conversation with "I love you," even when she was mad at you. She taught us the unrivaled joy of singing loudly to music in the car and had a laugh that was significantly superior to any of the songs she made us endure (we're looking at you, Bob Seger). You could never could just 'run in real quick' someplace with her because she liked to look at everything, slowly and thoughtfully. She didn't want to miss a thing in life. Add to that the fact she never met a stranger, and a quick trip to the store could take hours, resulting in new friends, random stuffed animals for her pets and you being happier because of it even though neither of you remembered to get what you went for in the first place. An unaccomplished cook, she perfected a broccoli and cheese casserole that, despite promising that she gave us the correct recipe, could never be duplicated outside of her presence. A testament to the fact that her company made her food, and so many things about life, undeniably better, and that she most likely lied about the recipe. She hated clothes shopping, heights, and winter. Which is surprising because she was often the most beautiful person in the room regardless of what she was wearing, rose above hardships and heartbreaks like no other, and radiated warmth and kindness to everyone she met. She gave more than she had to anyone who asked, selflessly, endlessly, and without regard to need. A lifelong Clemson fan, we would be remiss not to share, as some of you of are certainly speculating, that she passed peacefully before the National Championship game. We knew something was unspeakably wrong when we didn't get inundated with messages of how proud she was of her Clemson Tigers and that she would always be 'all in' win or lose. We'll get them next year, Mama. To borrow a phrase she often and accurately used, "long story short, too late" we will receive friends and family from 3-4 pm Sunday, January 19, 2020 at The McDougald Funeral Home. The memorial service will follow at 4:00 pm in the chapel. In lieu of flowers, she would have told you to do whatever makes you happy because the happiness of those she knew was paramount. May we suggest saying "I love you" as often as possible, being embarrassingly proud of people, sing along loudly to music in your car, giving more than you have, sharing the actual recipe if you know it, being kind to everyone you meet, pulling for Clemson football, spoiling Miles and Tyler with candy whenever you see them, and telling us rambling stories about our Mom, especially the ones she made you swear to take to your grave. Cheers. The incredibly fortunate daughters of Rhonda Dorsey Events Visitation Sunday, January 19, 2020 3:00PM - 4:00PM The McDougald Funeral Home 2211 North Main Street Anderson, SC 29621 Email: Gail@mcdougaldfuneralhome.com,laurel@mcdougaldfuneralhome.com Phone: (864) 224-4343 Memorial service Sunday, January 19, 2020 4:00PM The McDougald Funeral Home 2211 North Main Street Anderson, SC 29621 Email: Gail@mcdougaldfuneralhome.com,laurel@mcdougaldfuneralhome.com Phone: (864) 224-4343