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Sheana was a voluntary role model

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By Donald Turvill
Sheana was a voluntary role model

TRIBUTES have been paid to a selfless stalwart from Moffat who passed away earlier this month.

Sheana Scott was called “one of our most endearing and highly respected volunteers” by Moffat Town Hall Redevelopment Trust, for which she worked tirelessly over the years.

The trust added in a statement: “Sheana was an exceptional and gifted person who always put others first. Sheana, along with her friend Beckwith, raised a huge amount of money for various charities (including Moffat Town Hall). This intrepid pair with their flair for fun and frolic were so talented that one event became a yearly see-out for dancers from all over the county. Sheena and Stewart were an accomplished dance partnership and could outdance many a younger version!

“Although modest to the core, Sheana’s ability in the world of crafts was of the highest standard. Her participation in local agricultural shows left many competitors in awe.

“Sheana was incredibly generous with her time, devoting many hours to voluntary work in various roles. It would be fair to say that Sheana’s influence and personality was the perfect model that all the team at Moffat Town Hall wished to emulate.

“A huge light went out when Sheana passed away and the world lost one of the kindest, considerate, and joyful people and we will miss her presence. Our deepest sympathies are extended to her family.”

Sheana passed away on March 18.

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