Dyane L. Bell
1962-2018
Dyane Lynette (Wolfe) Bell was born August 20, 1962 in Edmond, Oklahoma to Charles and Julia (Cline) Wolfe. Dyane was the first-born sister of Deborah (Wolfe) Fleetwood, Suzanne (Wolfe) McGraw, and Kevin Wolfe. After a long battle with breast cancer, she departed this life January 3, 2018.
Dyane was preceded in death by her grandparents, Finis and Elsie Wolfe and Glenn and Mabel Cline.
Dyane is survived by her daughter Kelsey (Bell) Cassidy and son in law Ryan, grandchildren, Karson Cassidy, Violet Cassidy and Maverick Cassidy of Edmond, and daughter, Kallye (Bell) Marshall and son in law Justin of Oklahoma City. Her life goal was always to provide the very best for her daughters and she worked tirelessly to make it happen. To say she succeeded in her goal abundantly would be an understatement.
She is also survived by her parents Julia (Cline) and Charles Wolfe of Edmond, her sister Deborah (Wolfe) Fleetwood and husband Rick of Edmond, her sister Suzanne (Wolfe) McGraw and husband Kurt of Edmond, and her brother, Kevin Wolfe of Chicago. Additionally she's survived by her nieces and nephews, whom she loved dearly: Julie (Harris) Skinner and husband Stephen of Watertown, NY; Lisa (Harris) Leonard and husband William of Edmond; Lantana McGraw of Austin, TX; Colton Fleetwood of Edmond; Ivy McGraw of Columbus, TX; Noah McGraw of Shawnee; Amelia McGraw of Edmond; Candace McGraw of Edmond; Adelaide McGraw of Edmond; and Tyson McGraw of Edmond.
Dyane and her family are so grateful and overwhelmed by the kindness and support of her loving employer Aero-Space Reports Aircraft Title & Escrow Services (treated her more like family than an employee), coworkers, friends and other aunts, uncles, and cousins too numerous to list. Over the past couple of years she also loved becoming certified as a yoga instructor through Holy Yoga.
Dyane's favorite thought and song, "It Is Well With My Soul," is posted on the wall by her kitchen table. When recently asked, "What is your happiest memory," she tearfully replied: "I remember the train in our back yard when we lived in the little house on Shirley Lane in Edmond and our many camping trips in our tent and camping trailer." Dyane stored and retold so many funny memories, like hearing a man loudly singing the Glen Campbell song "I Am a Lineman From the County" as he took a cold shower. She always looked forward to her next trip to Chicago with our personal tour guides Kevin and James. She loved every adventure like James carefully selecting menu items for everyone in Chinatown, seeing all of the sights around the city, going to the theatre, and enjoying deep dish pizza and real Chicago hot dogs.
She felt so blessed to have been born into such a close loving family. We always did things together. Money could never buy the memories and love we have for each other. God blessed us abundantly—our good times far out number the bad. Some of our family members now live far away, but the love of family always brings us together as often as career and money will allow. This strong love will always bring us together on holidays and other days when possible. Dyane will always be present in spirit at all family events.
Dyane was full of love for her grandchildren, nieces, and nephews. She was so excited at the new bunk beds that a coworker lovingly built as a Christmas gift for her grandchildren. For years every Christmas, Dyane would plan a sleepover and scavenger hunt for her grandchildren and nieces and nephews. Her health did not allow her to do the scavenger hunt this year, but she was so excited to present her grandchildren the bunk beds built just for them.
Dyane never let her illness define how she lived. She never gave up the fight and even this week fiercely reiterated her hope and faith in beating the cancer and was not giving up and made each of us promise the same. When first diagnosed with breast cancer, she so dreaded saddening loved ones by letting them know. She always placed the happiness of loved ones first. As each doctor visit began to show more progression of the cancer, and the doctor letting her know that nothing more could be done, she would turn to loved ones and ask, "Are you ok? I'm not giving up".
With family gathered around Dyane, saying the Lord's Prayer, Dyane let go and gave her last breath at the exact moment we said, "Amen". She left us knowing that all is well and God will take care of her and her loved ones.
She was small, but mighty.
In lieu of flowers, we ask for donations to be made to Project31 in memory of Dyane Bell. www.project31.com/give