In Memory: Sarah “Sally” Saunders White
Sadly, cousin Sally passed away on May 27, 2013 at age 71. She was the oldest of eight children, mother of three, and the loving wife of Marvin White. Below is her obituary and some photos of Sally provided by her daughter Michael-Ann. The photos are testament to Sally’s physical beauty and the obituary and Michael-Ann’s comments confirm her inner beauty.
From Michael-Ann:
My darling mother passed away Monday ~ she was in my arms…I told her that she was better than good, that she was the best ~ I told her that she was the love of my life, …and that she was not alone, that I was there for her,….. and I stroked her hair and kissed her sweet face and told her it was okay to go…and I asked her to kiss our Marvin for me…and she took one last breath…and she was gone … and in those quite moments alone with her there~ the silence screamed – the earth beneath my feet shifted and the air was so still that it felt as though time had stopped ~ and in that deep and lonely moment – I could feel my heart break…
Obituary- StarLedger June 2, 2013
First Communion: Renna Helen Russo, May 4, 2013
The last few months have been quite difficult for the Saunders and Mahony families. However, it is a pleasure to announce that on May 4, 2013, Renna Helen Russo, daughter of Ashley and Joe, received her First Holy Communion. Enjoy the photos below which mark this important and joyous occasion.
Beautiful Renna wearing the same dress her mother wore just a few years ago.
Proud parents, Ashley and Joe
Kerby and Lisa with Renna. (Alternate caption: Two beautiful young ladies and an elderly gentleman)
In memory for Gregory Saunders.
It was the summer of 1959 and I was playing in the back yard with various siblings and friends on a warm, sunny day. The phone rang and seconds later I heard my mother shriek in a way I had never heard before and would never hear again. We all knew something was very, very wrong. My parents went to their room; some time later my father came to the back yard to tell us there had been an awful accident. Cousin Greg had been shot and killed. Over the next few days my parents came and went to the wake and the funeral with a sadness that was palpable.
One summer Greg was dropped off at our house and we spent the afternoon together. We headed to the railroad tracks to place pennies on the tracks for the trains to flatten them. I enjoyed this but couldn’t help thinking that was once less piece of bubble gum available to us. We also enjoyed pelting the freight trains with rocks: good time and no loss of revenue. My memory of Greg was of a funny, confident, and friendly boy who despite being a couple years older treated me well. Like all his brothers he was handsome, but had curly blond hair in contrast to their darker looks.
As I write this I am fully aware that our family’s experience that summer was incidental compared to the grief and loss experienced by the Saunders family. But I wanted to take a moment to remember my cousin Greg and the fun we had that day so many years ago.