Live, Laugh, Love. These are three words that we’ve all read or seen many times. However, these three words truly embodied the life of Diane Johnson Scott.
She lived like there was no tomorrow, made you laugh until your sides hurt, and she loved deeply, fiercely, and unconditionally. A fiery personality with the gift of gab, Diane NEVER met a stranger. She would loudly converse with any and everyone, any and everywhere.
With every conversation you were was guaranteed to leave with tears of laughter streaming down your face. She was a rarity, a gem amongst gravel, a timeless beauty who stood out in a crowd. One whose unforgettable smile beamed like the sun.
Well known all throughout Waynesboro, Diane was a pistol; one of the most real persons you’d ever met. She did not mince words; if she liked you, she loved you but if she didn’t – well, she had no qualms letting you know that, too. Along with her loquacious nature came a heart of gold, one that would give you the shirt off of her back and make sure you were well fed.
Diane’s fried chicken was often imitated but never duplicated, her pigs’ feet and chitterlings were legendary and when she sold dinners, you could guarantee that people from near and far would come out to support her. Cooking was her love language and she enjoyed it as much as she loved to talk. She wouldn’t hesitate to break out her cast iron skillet to fry something up, regardless of the time.
Her door was always open for anyone who needed a meal, a cigarette, a laugh, or just someone to talk to. She was a pillar of strength for her family and her friends, stubborn yet resilient, a fighter to the very end. Nothing stopped Diane from being Diane – not even cancer.
Diane was born in Waynesboro, Virginia on March 14, 1960 to the late Charles “Pete” Johnson, Sr. and Bernice Stewart Johnson. She graduated from Waynesboro High School and attended Elizabeth Brant Business College, where she majored in Word Processing as well as American National University, where she was an aspiring surgical technician. Diane loved the Lord and she loved her church, Living Word Worship Center, where she was an active member.
She gained her angel wings on January 1, 2019 and she is now reunited in Heaven with her parents and brother, Milton D. Johnson. Left to cherish her memory and carry on her legacy are the two apples of her eye, her daughters, LaKeya “Kiki” Scott and Nya A. Scott; her “babies” whom she adored, her three grandchildren, Justice D. Earl-Scott, Keisaun O. Scott, and Keara L. Grooms; four of the closest, most tight-knit siblings you could ever find, Charles H. Johnson, Jr., Sherry V. Johnson, Cynthia J. Dillard, and Jeffrey L. Johnson; two special uncles and an aunt, Robert “Buddy” Stewart (Gracie), Haywood McCauley (Nancy), and Agnes L. Woodard; three nieces and one nephew that she loved like her own children, Inga L. Sanchez, DeShanta D. Dillard, Chisa C. Johnson, and Berneil M. Johnson; a great-nephew that captured her heart from day one, Dailan A. Cabell; and a host of cousins, relatives, and friends whom she left a lasting impression on. Lady Di was one of a kind – the mold wasn’t just broken when God made her; it shattered into pieces.
The family wishes to thank Augusta Health, particularly Dr. Raymond Cruz and Leigh Anderson, RN, Shenandoah House and Hospice of the Shenandoah, especially Jody, Theresa, Therese, and Rebecca, for their loving care during Diane’s last days, as well as Charlton & Groome Funeral Home and Crematory for Diane’s arrangements. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations are made to Hospice of the Shenandoah, ℅ Augusta Health, P.O. Box 1000, Fishersville, VA 22939 in memory of Diane Scott. Donations may be made to: Hospice of the Shenandoah, c/o Augusta Health Foundation P. O. Box 1000, Fishersville VA 22939 Web: augustahealth.
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