Dorothy Adcock, 72, of Ringgold, Louisiana passed away on February 8, 2026. She was born on March 9, 1953, in Biloxi, Mississippi to John and Frances McMaster Barnett. She was a devoted wife and mother who served the Lord all her life. She was a member of the Springhill Baptist Church Family with Pastor Russ LaFleur.

She was preceded in death by her parents John and Frances Barnett; loving husband Paul Adcock; four brothers Norm, Arthur, Ray, and James Barnett; brother-in-law Jimmy Adcock; father and mother-in-law Frank and Janice Adcock.

Left to cherish her memory are her son Scott Adcock and wife Tosha and their children Gabriel and wife Kelly Collins, Chance Collins, and Kayla Collins; great-grandchild Adelynn Mae Hulsey; brother Michael Barnett and wife Teresa; nephew Douglas Barnett; nieces Rachel, Katherine, Faith, and Hope; great-niece Hannah. Also surviving are a host of great nieces, great nephews, cousins, and friends.

A special thank you to Bill Treadway, and Bill and Susan Salters.

A visitation will be held from 5-7pm at Aulds Funeral Home on Monday, February 16, 2026. Another visitation will take place at 10am, Tuesday, February 17, 2026, at the Green Hill United Methodist Church in Wilmar, Arkansas with a funeral service to follow at 12pm. Interment will take place afterwards at the Green Hill Cemetery.

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Dorothy was the oldest of six children — and the only girl — so it’s no surprise she learned early on how to be both strong and caring, how to stand her ground and still have the biggest heart in the room. She was 72 years young when she went home to be with the Lord, and while our hearts ache with her loss, we also rejoice knowing that her faith was firm, and she’s now in the presence of the Savior she loved so deeply.

If you knew Aunt Dorothy, you know she never met a stranger. She could talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything — and before long, that conversation would probably turn to the goodness of God. She had a passion for sharing the gospel, not just in words, but in how she lived. From her teenage mission trips to her everyday kindness, she showed people what the love of Christ looked like.

Dorothy loved life — and she lived it with creativity, curiosity, and compassion. She loved cooking, especially on the grill or baking something sweet, and let me tell you — if she cooked it, it was good. She had a green thumb too; her roses and garden brought her joy. And when she wasn’t in the kitchen or garden, she might be fishing, hunting, or creating something beautiful with her hands. She was very artistic — always making, building, or designing something special.

Some of my best memories in life are with her and my Uncle Paul. I spent so much of my childhood by her side — we read books, she always did the best character voices billy goats gruff was probably my favorite. We’d ride around in her yellow bob truck, delivering boxes, singing the whole time, everything from “There’s a Hole in the Bottom of the Sea” to “Amazing Grace.” Those are memories I’ll hold close forever.

She taught me how to cook and bake, and she taught me patience and attention to detail. I’ll never forget the dollhouse we built together — she cut and glued every tiny wooden shingle by hand. We even made little plates of spaghetti, tiny cakes, and rolls out of clay. I didn’t even like dolls that much, but that dollhouse was a masterpiece because of her love and care.

Dorothy was so much more than my aunt — she was a second mother to me. She was my confidant, my encourager, and my safe place. I’m going to miss her laugh, her hugs, and even her stubborn bull-headedness. I’ll miss the random calls telling me to come to the end of the driveway because she’d cooked something for us — for no reason other than she wanted to share. That was who she was — always giving, always loving.

And for anyone who ever went to town with her — bless your heart. You know what I mean. She could spend the whole day in town and probably all night if the stores didn't have to close. Uncle Paul used to say that if there was a Walmart between death and heaven, Dorothy was going to stop at it — and I believe he’s right.

But behind all the laughter and all the stories, what I’ll remember most is her faith and her strength. Dorothy was a fighter — not in a loud or angry way, but in a steadfast, determined way. She never gave up on herself, and she never gave up on the people she loved. Even when you didn’t ask for help — even when you told her not to — she’d try to fix it anyway. She fought for her family, she believed in us when we couldn’t believe in ourselves, and she faced every challenge with courage and faith.

Aunt Dorothy’s life was a testimony of God’s grace and love. She lived her faith every single day, and she leaves behind a legacy of kindness, strength, and unwavering devotion.

Though we’ll miss her deeply, I know she’s at peace. I can just picture her now — humming in the kitchen of heaven, surrounded by roses that never fade, maybe with a grill nearby and a big smile on her face.

And one day, we’ll see her again. Until then, we’ll carry her love with us — in our hearts, in our kitchens, and in the way we live and love others, just like she taught us.

As the Apostle Paul wrote in 2 Timothy 4:7-8:

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day — and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for His appearing.”

Thank you, Dotty for everything. I love you so much and will miss you all the way around.