Sharon Ross Coslett

Mrs. Sharon Ross Coslett, 67, of Valley Station, entered eternal peace on Saturday, March 23, 2019 surrounded by her loving family. Sharon was born in Louisville, KY on March 21, 1952 to the late Clifton and Ethel Ross, formerly of Beaver Dam, KY. She was Baptist by faith, and grew up attending Ninth and O Baptist Church in Louisville.  

She is preceded in death by her brother whom she adored, Wendell Ross. He was able to spoil his little sister as he was 17 years older than she.

Sharon leaves to cherish her memory, her husband of 48 years, James W. Coslett; her children, Kim Moser (Kevin), Kelly Merrick (James) and Jimmy Coslett (Shannon); grandchildren, Gracie, Mandi, Christopher, Abigail, Kayla, Jacob and Jamie; sisters, Jean Dishion and Sue Fox; sister-in-law, Jan Ross; aunt, Virginia Ross; brother in law, Kevin Coslett (Jaye) and her best friend and sister by love, Glenda Smith (Arthur Jr.) and entire Smith family by love for the last 47 years, along with a host of nieces, nephews and other dear family and friends.

I have always been amazed at what my Mom has been able to learn, by teaching herself or otherwise, to complete so much in her lifetime. I have jokingly told many people in the past, that I didn’t get any of her talent. Mom was truly gifted, and tenacious as well. She and Dad completed some monumental projects over the years. Learning to decorate cakes, both birthday and wedding cakes which were made for family. Each cake was a creation she patiently and carefully crafted into her vision. She later put that creative energy to flower arrangements, wreaths, and decorated woodwork my Dad had crafted. She also created many special scrapbook pages on the computer. Mom especially loved this hobby, as she focused many pages on the newest additions, her grandbabies. She loved to show off her newest creation, or ability to completely remove me from a picture…go figure!

Mom’s lifelong passion is flowers. Calculating bloom times and sharing the wealth was one of Mom’s favorite things to do. She calculated timing so that something would always be blooming in each flower bed when the others have stopped. Designing a new landscape and starting from scratch was the excitement she loved. Her evening would be spent sitting outside enjoying the fruits of her planning and playing in the dirt. Watering was a nightly occurrence in the hot summer months, but not a chore to Mom. She so loved to watch the blooms. She would carefully construct her potted plants as well…splitting a little of this one into that one, accenting with another. Potted begonias, her hibiscus pots, and hanging baskets of wave petunias all adorned the back deck for evening porch sitting. Hummingbird feeders are kept full all season long. Her backyard was her oasis.

Sweet tooth, or sugar booger should have been one of Mom’s nicknames. Second to her passion for flowers, was her love of sweets. Even with her frequent indulgence, her figure never indicated a weakness of this magnitude. Pecans. Turtle clusters. Freshly baked, doctored up cinnamon rolls. Snickers bite size bars. Golden Oreos. Pecan pie bars. Hot chocolate chip cookies. The list of her love of sugary goodness is virtually never ending. Ice cream cravings is a genetic trait, per Aunt Sue. At least I know I absolutely got the sugar craving honest.

Mom wasn’t a smothering Mom, Grammy, or Mimi. Love for her babies and her babies’ babies’ grew exponentially in our family. She wasn’t shy about asking for hugs and occasionally would pull a “Grammy” and hold on a little extra long. The grandkids did as they were told and stayed in the embrace, and usually along with the hug was a little sway or dance of some kind. Her body would celebrate the love exchanged in that hug, in that moment. She loved them all so, and I know how desperately Mom would want the grandkids to take that love she has for them and soak it in.

My Mom was a bad ass. A survivor. A fighter. She overcame multiple medical problems without complaint. She loved her family fiercely, but in her own quiet way. She was classy, sassy and without a doubt, a little smart assy. She could keep her mouth shut, but it was her face that would say it all. Her huge, beautiful, expressive eyes could leave you mesmerized, or perhaps, petrified. My siblings and I have definitely seen “the look” that made us petrified over the years. If you knew Mom, then you know what that look is. She was my best friend, my heart, my world, my biggest cheerleader, my rock. My Person. Our person.

Mom’s body wouldn’t allow her to keep up with all she had in mind to do. Believe me, I think we only got to see a sliver of what she had planned in her head. Mom was our center, as most say, our compass, our Home. Please join us in celebrating her joyful moments in life, as now she is home with her loved ones in Heaven. I know she sure has missed her parents, whom she lost before she was the ripe age of 30. I could tell she still had a longing for her own Mother. She would tell me even after all this time, she still would want to pick up the phone to call her Mother with some exciting news. A longing now all too real for me and my family.

I am grateful to have had Mom with us this long, but it wasn’t anywhere near long enough. Nowhere close. Not even in the same ballpark. This feeling of loss is indescribable. The feeling of losing the person who always loved, always forgave, and was always on my side is no longer here to catch us when we fall. Our lives will never be the same as when that beautiful heart was in it. Her loss has called us closer, and for that I am grateful. My heart is broken that she is gone. My soul rejoices that she has been restored. She will forever be loved, remembered and cherished.

Help us with our memories of Mom by sharing your stories! Thank you for the support already shown, it is tremendous. We love our family and friends.

Funeral service will be held at 6:00 pm on Friday, March 29, 2019 in the chapel of Schoppenhorst, Underwood and Brooks Funeral Home (Preston Hwy. at Brooks Rd.) with cremation to follow. Friends may pay their respects on Friday from 1:00 pm until the time of service at the funeral home.  

Expressions of sympathy may be made to the National MS Society.