Feb 19 2015
We’d been home from Germany for 4 or 5 months in 1971 when dad told us kids, he wanted us to meet the sweetest little southern belle ever. She even makes home made cornbread and biscuits. The next thing I knew we were having dinner with Sara Lou and her family, including cornbread and sweet iced tea.
With dad being from the north and mom from Germany, this was my first real introduction to Southern culture. At the time it was exciting to us kids, the possibility of Brady-sizing our families into one. Indeed, it seems like only a few weeks went by before we were becoming one family.
Sara had three children, Joe still in high school, Laura in grade school, and Marsha was recently married. On our side, Peggy was in high school, Vivian and I finishing 6th grade, and Richy somewhere around 3rd or 4th grade.
Sara soon became mom to me, not replacing my real mother who I still loved, but another mother, a mom. Suddenly we had amazing southern home cooking, giant family reunion trips, and grandparents that let us visit over summer vacations. Such memorable and enjoyable times for me. She supported me in school, in activities, and in my many projects. One day early in our relationship, we’d had words and then talked it out. She opened herself to me, that she was afraid she’d made a mistake in joining our families. But she also said she really hoped not. We talked and cried, and made up. I knew then I really loved her and from there on tried to show it, respect her, and consider her feelings.
Mom loved dad very much, and it was apparent. She supported him as well in his dreams and schemes, not just following, but supporting actively. She was smart, very smart, and tough when she needed to be. She had friends named Peaches and Rocky, she was an excellent bowler, and could fish with the best. She could balance the books of a corporation, and did. She was great in many ways.
Yesterday Sara Lou Lapierre, mom, was laid to rest. In the last few months as she fought hard, Wendy and I were blessed to be with her many times. We had open and frank talks, she made us smile, laugh, and shed a few tears. We had time to make our peace and love each other, which I think makes it a little easier to know she’s passed into peace. I will always love you, mom.