I was lucky enough to be Sarah’s cousin, her and Bridget being only six months older than me (and always half a foot taller). Sarah and Bridget, Gabe and aunt T and uncle Joe were my second family during the summers that I spent in California. Sarah and Bridget equally took turns owning me, often in unison, devising some plan that they had decided I should have the lead role in. I remember one time (although not the only time), they whipped out the old yellow phone book and that dial home phone, and made me prank call random numbers (and people they knew), speaking to those poor people in Danish. Frantically hearing a child speaking another language must have been disconcerting. Thanks, Sarah and Bridget. 

Then there were all the walks we would go on. We often walked the neighborhood, Sarah and Bridget being avid runners with long legs, me not so much. But then we’d go to Carl’s Jr. and get criss cut fries with ranch and a side salad for $3.29 and munch it down. That was the best. 

There was also the time that the two decided that I should be a blind child and walk the neighborhood with a big pair of sunglasses (I can hear both Sarah and Bridget giggle at this, because they know what is coming). They made me a cane and put some tape around it so it looked like a blind stick, and then paraded me around, introducing me to passerby’s as their blind cousin. One man had a dog, and I, trying to play the role of a blind person having never seen colors, asked if the dog was purple. The twins throughout our adult lives have never let that one go, missing my ingenuity and claiming that I wouldn’t have known colors, being blind. I will never win.

One time, Sarah and Bridget, along with Gabe who was my older brother’s age, came out to the desert in Ocotillo Wells, where my family would go dirt biking. The girls and I saw a little sand dune we thought we’d venture out to, and began walking. Not realizing that things look closer than they are in the desert, we walked for literal hours to get there, entirely swept up in songs and our freedom. Unbeknownst to us, our family had become worried from our sudden disappearance and how long we had already been gone for, so they had sent out a search party, that several other persons close to our camp were taking part in. But being the smart pre-teens that we were, we would hide any time a unknown vehicle would approach us. Only years later have we come to realize, that that hideous yellow Jeep that kept circling our area (and we kept hiding from), was probably part of the search party. Anyway, we had a blast jumping down from the sand dunes and were back home at camp within eight hours, trekking through the desert, so all was good :) Although, I’m pretty sure Sarah and Bridget got grounded.

Of course, there are all the stories that are too embarrassing to tell. But there were the hours, literal entire summers, of playing mermaids in the pool, me always claiming the Atlantic, leaving Sarah and Bridget to fight over the Pacific and Indian oceans. The were the hours on the trampoline with all the cousins, playing red light, green light, and our own embarrassing and somehow entertaining stories of us playing dolls that would freeze and fall on the trampoline when we would see the doll-owners (often my completely unaware dad, walking out from the kitchen, slightly bewildered at our stiff, falling figures, lightly bouncing on the trampoline). 

And the Shasta trips. Those are an entire book in themselves. All I can say, is that bucket of water for the deer 

I have had so much fun with Sarah. She was a prankster extraordinaire, creative in thought and always strongly teamed with her twin sister.  

Sarah had a famous smile and giggle, that will live on forever. When I think about her, that is what I see. One arm hanging down her side, her other arm crossed over her waist, holding her arm, that slight lean into one hip and then that infectious laughter. I loved it. And I miss it.

I first met Sarah back in 2010 after being introduced to her by Joe and therese at church. We had our first baby boys around the same time. She had a sweet very kind soul. She was intelligent and most of all one of the best mammas I've ever seen. She loved her boys more then life itself. Although I didn't get much time actually hanging out with her we would speak constantly through the years since ryland was a baby. We would share beautiful moment's of motherhood and express joy to one another about how much we loved our children . I read back some of our conversations and oh how I will miss them. Lots and lots of talks about babies toddler hood and share with each other and give advice. I'll never forget when I found out she was having her third beautiful boy Aaron and I would joke with her about having 3 kids. If anyone was capable of having more then two kids it was her. I want to thank her for the time we had and shared, for all those talks. I wish we could have gotten to hang out more. She will truly be missed and I assure you Sarah that the boys will be loved so much. I pray for them to be warriers for the lord. I want them to know how wonderful you are and how they meant the world to you. I will miss you sweet friend. See you in glory. Save me a mansion next to yours

Sarah was a beautiful soul although I didn’t know her that well I got to spend some time with her at our women’s His Place retreat. Her mom Therese was so happy she got to come with us and we were too! What a joy she was we all at a blast with her playing games, worshiping and having her there with us....Sarah you will always be in our hearts until we see you in Heaven!♥️ Love you 

I first met both Sarah & Bridget (twin) in 5th grade. I was the “new girl” who came from a private school. I immediately “clicked” with the both of them. I always felt like the connection to a tri pod as we always hung out together. A small group of girls. 

Sarah always had the biggest contagious smile, the never ending “giggle” once she started laughing, the quirks of being left handed (as I am one myself). Our friendship grew through elementary days all the way through high school. We often had sleepovers together, youth group, summer pool days, outdoor ed memories, “sneaking in” to her older brother Gabe’s drumming session, sharing teen secrets, boy talk, comparing “training bras” together, baking brownies when her mom told us not too, I could go on. I was always having fun with both girls. 

Sarah had this special charm about her, this radiant smile that never ended, her love for Bridget and their twin bond  was like something no one could ever understand, being so excited to become a mother not 1 time but 3 times. We often shared “mom moments” as we were both moms and compared kid quirks. I’ll never ever forget her, her smile, her never ending giant squeeze hugs (so tight), “Meggie Weggie”, our adventures we went on together, the memories we shared and most of all, her beautiful face. 

Sarah, I know you’re in a better place at peace now. Save my spot in Heaven as we’ll continue the fun when I get there. MISS YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW. 

“Meggie Weggie”

These were my favorite pictures you posted-your baby bump! Everyone knew how much you loved being a mom and we never went a conversation without are you going to have anymore!? And When!? She loves her baby boys to the moon and back. 

I am an anesthesiologist that worked with Sarah. I didn’t know her well, but we would talk in the OR while setting up our cases. My kids are nearly the same age as Sarah’s boy, so we’d talk about our kids. It was very clear that she loved her boys and always put them first in her life. Every time she talked about them, she glowed with love and pride. 

Sarah was kind and happy, and she was very good at her job. She made the OR a better place, and she will be very missed.