Birth date: Sep 22, 1956 Death date: Jul 2, 2026
Deborah Ann (Gallimore) Hicks was born in Lynchburg, Virginia, on September 22, 1956, to Robert Gallimore and Margaret Clark, and passed away on July 2, 2026, at McAllen Medical Center in McAllen, Texas. She spent her early life l Read Obituary
My sister Debbie,
It is hard to find the right words because no matter what I say, they could never fully capture who she was or how much she meant to those who loved her.
Debbie was my oldest sister, and she helped shape our family in so many ways. She was there through many milestones, joys, and challenges. She leaves behind memories that each of us will carry differently, but all of them remind us of the love she gave and the life she lived.
One of my favorite memories is from when Debbie had just gotten married and was living in her new home. She invited me and our sister, Sherry, over for a meal. I remember how happy she was. Her home was absolutely immaculate, and she was so proud of it. She cooked for us, and the food was delicious. It wasn’t just the meal that made that day special—it was seeing how happy she was and how much love she poured into everything she did.
That memory says so much about who Debbie was. She always tried her very best in everything she did. Whether she was caring for her home, cooking for the people she loved, or facing life's challenges, she gave it her all. That is how I will always remember her—with determination, love, and pride in everything she did.
Debbie also loved being a nurse. Caring for others wasn't just her profession—it was part of who she was. She followed in the footsteps of our mom, and all four of us children became nurses because of the example our mother set for us. Nursing was more than a career in our family; it was a calling rooted in compassion, service, and caring for others. Debbie carried those qualities throughout her life, and I know she touched the lives of countless patients and families with the same kindness and dedication she showed to everyone she loved.
If there was one thing Debbie loved talking about, it was her family. Whenever we spoke on the phone, she would light up when she talked about her granddaughters, Emily and Tabitha and grandsons Isaac, Zachary, Benjamin, and Ethan. You could hear the excitement and pride in her voice. They brought her so much joy, and she treasured every moment she had with them.
She also spoke so lovingly about Ari. She would often tell me about the many ways Ari helped her, whether it was with everyday tasks or simply being there when she needed someone. She appreciated that love and support more than words could express.
And Debbie was always so proud of her son, Jeremiah. She never missed an opportunity to tell me about something he had accomplished. As I listened to her talk about him, it was easy to see the love and admiration she had for her son. Jeremiah, I want you to know your mom was incredibly proud of the man you became. She knew she could count on you, and I truly believe you were the best son a mother could ever ask for. The love and devotion you showed her was a beautiful gift, and I know it meant the world to her.
Losing Debbie at only 69 years old feels far too soon. We weren’t ready to say goodbye, and our hearts are broken. But even in our grief, I am grateful that she was part of my life. I will always cherish the memories we shared and the special bond that only sisters can understand.
Although it is so hard for us to let her go, I find comfort in believing that she is no longer suffering. I know that when she entered heaven, she was welcomed with open arms by our dad, our Granny, and our brother Bobby. I can only imagine the joy of that reunion and the peace you now have in God’s presence.
Debbie, thank you for the love you gave, for the memories you created, and for being such an important part of my life. You will always have a place in my heart.
This is not goodbye forever. I hold on to God’s promise that we will be together again one day. Until then, rest peacefully, knowing you are deeply loved and will never be forgotten.
I love you, Debbie. Give Dad, Granny, and Bobby a hug from me.
I’ll miss you every day, and I will see you again one day in heaven.
Rest in peace, my beautiful sister.
I remember spending time with Debbie and the few times we enjoyed our grandsons together. There was that special Thanksgiving when we shared the same identity-we were both just two grandmas, going out to eat, and walking and shopping at the mall. Then there was our family trip to Disney. Cristina had all four boys, two in one hand and two in the other as she rushed briskly from one attraction to another. We were always lagging behind. Jerry was in the middle trying to keep track of his family and the two grandmas. We finally ended up finding a good cup of coffee and a nice shady place to sit. I am thankful for those memories!
Dear Debbie,
You were my favorite mother-in-law, having known you for almost 25 years now. Your daughter has been an immense gift and help to me and for this, I'm unable to fully express my gratitude to you. I will take care of her and your grandsons for as long as I'm alive. We mourn your passing, but your memory will live in our hearts, although I will try to forget you were a Cowboys fan. :)
With love,
Your favorite son-in-law
