In Memory

Diana Worth (Foster)

Diana Worth Foster
New York, NY

Diana Worth Foster, 67, beloved mother, grandmother, sister, and friend, died Sunday, February 20, 2011, in New York, after a brave and determined battle with leukemia. Born in Rochester, NY on May 24, 1943, and raised in Raleigh, she was the daughter of the late Dr. Thomas Clarkson Worth and Barbara Luther Worth.
She is survived by a daughter, Alison Foster Reining (Michael), of Midlothian, VA; and a son, Archibald M. Foster III (GiGi), of Locust Valley, NY; grandchildren, Halley, Charlotte, and Andrew Reining, and Trilby Foster. She is also survived by four brothers, Thomas C. Worth, Jr. (Sherry), Randolph L. Worth (Salli), Michael D. Worth, and Jonathan D. Worth (Ann), all of Raleigh. She is also survived by her special uncle, Colvin M. Worth, and her special aunt, Amanda P. Worth, and many treasured nieces, nephews and cousins
Diana was a 1961 graduate of Broughton High School, attended Mt. Vernon Junior College, and graduated from The University of North Carolina, where she was a member of Pi Beta Phi sorority.
While living in New York, Diana touched many lives while pursuing her multiple passions, including the culinary arts, art history, travel, and theatre. While a Southerner to the end, she drank in the culture and energy of the City and was truly a New Yorker at heart. She served the Metropolitan Museum of Art in many capacities for over 36 years. After joining the weekend volunteers answering questions at the front desk. her work evolved into giving tours of American paintings and sculpture, French and English decorative arts, finally coming to rest with the Impressionists. Hers was a tour not to be missed. She recently mentioned that her years as a docent at the Met "enriched my brain but, most of all, enriched my soul".
A new chapter in her life threw open doors to fresh adventures (including a trip to Hudson Bay to observe polar bears), a number of dear new friends, and a long career in development at the Japan Society. Her many years there instilled in her an appreciation of Eastern tradition and a deep love of Japanese culture. Her subsequent career as the Director of Development at St. Vincent's Hospital, gave her other, very different insights as well as an appreciation for the sacrifices men and women make to care for the indigent.
Throughout her life, Diana took great pride in helping others, in loving her family and friends, always with a joyful spirit and an interest in learning. She leaves her family and many friends in New York and Raleigh to cherish her memory.
A memorial service will be held on Friday, March 4, at 2 p.m., at White Memorial Presbyterian Church, with family receiving friends afterwards, in the Jane Bell Gathering Space.
Memorials may be made to the Leukemia Fighter's Fund/NY, Presbyterian Hospital, c/o Dr. Gail Roboz, 520 E. 70th St, STARR 341, New York, NY 10021, or to the charity of one's choice.
 





 
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07/29/11 11:10 AM #1    

William Jeffreys

Diana was my first and only prom date. We have not been in contact but I remember her as a friendly and sweet person. I'm sure her family really misses her.


07/22/13 02:42 AM #2    

Franky Dunlap (McMahan)

 I met Diana when her family moved to Lake Boone tr. when were were four.  Went to miss ligons  kindergarten together, and ran from tommy and David Reynolds, wielding dead muskrat from across the street.  Lake Boone yielded many critters.  Boys were the pits...we played blue moon cafe and initiated the little devils club, stated a sewing circle and plotted against Martha butler.  I lived at her Diana's house.  Mine was so dull!  Barbara kept the best refrigerator in town.  She fixed us deviled  ham sandwiches with lettuce and made us drink milk.  Meanwhile dr. Tom strolled around the house and   Yard,  singing arias and making jokes.  What a wonderful family!  Bosom buddies all through life.  Invaluable friend, faithful to the end.  When diagnosed with leukemia, her doc asked where she was on 9/11.  Breathing inall that air from the inferno,  she was one of the many ancillary victims of the disaster.  Thanks, Osama, you huge prick.  Thanks prez Barak for taking him out, although I'd rather that he were still here , in solitary confinement, having to endure the contempt that he SO deserves.  

Fair thee well, heart of my heart.  You're one in a million.  I think of you every day, especially when I put on my ear rings.   

I'll see you again one day.m that's the good news..  Mummy loves you, framlu dunalp. Ps, your dad called you Penelope Prunejuice.  Remember?


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