John's Mom

Once again it's been a while since I've been here. Last week after we got home from Dallas, I began a fun and informative post about our girl's trip. Then everything changed. Two weeks ago on Sunday night John received a call from his sister saying their mom was in the hospital in serious condition and might not make the night. And with that we quickly began making plans to get him to Pennsylvania. He left on a Tuesday and got there in time to see her and talk with her and it seemed as if she was better. Then things took a turn and she passed away Thursday, the 26th. It was quick and jarring to say the least. During the week he was there, he and his sisters lived amongst the memories of their family as they spent time together cleaning and finding treasures precious only to them. They looked at photos and revisited places they hadn't been to together in years. It was good for them to see it through as the children of their mother. But now things will never be the same. Losing both your parents is life altering. He feels it. 

While looking through old photographs John ran across one that he texted to me and the kids. We laughed at the "comb over" he was sporting at his young age. His reminded me of a photo of me as a little girl, so I had to go looking. And I found it.   

These two kids grew up in two different states, hundreds of miles away from each other. He came to Louisiana for summer vacations and I went to Texas. We don't know if we ever ran into each other somewhere back in the day. 

We lived very different lives and then we met in college. There we became friends and then decided to date and then decided to marry. I'm glad to report we still think it was a good decision. I know it was a sacrifice for John's mother to send him off to Louisiana to go to school, knowing full well he might never live near her again. But she was determined for her kids to succeed no matter the distance. I know she loved her kids and grandkids and made many sacrifices as a mother usually does. She was smart and talented and spent many hours sewing dress up clothes and crocheting for her grandchildren. They loved all the things she made for them. I feel certain I never thanked her enough for all she did.

Our family was planning a trip to Pennsylvania this summer to spend time with his mother. But sometimes life doesn't work out the way we plan.

There will only ever be one Sarock to us. 

She will be missed by all who loved her.