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Drake & Son Funeral Home

5303 North Western Ave, Chicago, IL

OBITUARY

Joan E. Cosmos

April 17, 1931June 4, 2019
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Cosmos, Joan E., nee Harris, 88 of Chicago passed away on Tuesday, June 4, 2019. She was the loving wife of Alex Cosmos; cherished daughter to the late Claude George Harris and the late Hilma Lenora Tornquist; loving mother of David and John (Nancy); cherished grandmother of David (Stacey), Heather, Billy, Steven (Maureen) and Chris; treasured great grandmother of Kristy, Karlie, David, Lily and Gretchen. She was a fun loving person and leaves many friends behind. In lieu of flowers memorial contributions appreciated to Juvenile Diabetes Foundation. Visitation is Friday, June 7, 2019 from 4p, to 9 pm at Drake and Son Funeral Home, 5303 N. Western Ave., Chicago, IL 60625. Funeral mass Saturday, June 8, 2019, 10am at Queen of Angels Church, 2300 W. Sunnyside Ave. Interment meeting at South Elgin Cemetery, 925 Middle St., South Elgin, IL 60177. Info 773-561-6874 or visits www.drakeandsonfuneralhmoe.com

Services

  • Vistation Friday, June 7, 2019
  • Funeral Mass Saturday, June 8, 2019
  • Committal Service Saturday, June 8, 2019

Memories

Joan E. Cosmos

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Kristy Arrington

June 7, 2019

From the moment she held me in her arms after I was born, my great grandma Joan and I formed a bond that would be unbreakable. She was such an important part of my life and I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful, compassionate person help raise me to be the woman that I am today. The majority of my favorite childhood memories were shared with grandma Joan. She was always an escape from everything I was worried, sad, or stressed about. Being with her made everything feel safe and like it was going to be okay. She never failed to put a smile on anyone’s face and spread joy and positivity to everyone she encountered. I remember when I was a child, she would always read me a story (or five if I asked politely) before I went to bed and re-read all my favorite parts even though it probably drove her crazy. She always had coloring books at her house that I would use and then we’d pretend to have an art gallery and she would give me change for each picture she would want to buy. She was always on board for any game I wanted to play. Even when I moved, I would still take the Montrose bus to go visit gram and lug my bulky speaker with me so we could listen to Nat King Cole together and play cards. I’m glad she wasn’t mad about my first tattoo (she actually loved it). I knew I wanted to get a cosmos flower to honor her and the beautiful garden she always tended. She always had a beautiful bunch of cosmos flowers and when I was old enough, she let me help plant and tend the garden. There is not one bad memory that I have of her, she was and always will be a saint in my eyes. I will always hold the memories close to my heart. It truly is incredible that someone so unforgettable would think that I’m unforgettable too. You will always be a part of me grandma Joan. Be sure to have some black coffee, chips ahoy, and cards ready for me when we meet again.
Love you more than words can ever describe,
Pumpkin

Steven Werrbach

June 6, 2019

Grandma Joan or just simply Gram is what I called her. She was much more than a grandmother to me in my life, and I know that my relationship with her was something that people will just never understand. She would spend countless hours with me as a kid, and was a playmate even though she was aged. We would set up her couch cushions and make forts while we had nerf gun fights. We would play football in the yard where she would run routes and look ridiculous doing it. We would play baseball with plastic bats and cotton filled balls where she would run the bases in her back yard on Montrose. She hated Monopoly (I found out later in life), but would play it because I wanted to. Ping pong on the kitchen table was a regular occurrence. Trips to the local movie rental store to watch my favorite horror films like Puppet Master and Child's Play. She would laugh a lot at my weird skits and alien voices. She was someone who put me first. She was always there for times of need. A shoulder to cry on, a person to hug, an open mind for much needed advice. She was there when my parents got divorced and opened the door for a new home. That day she became a mother to me. She let me live with her, listened to my problems, dried my tears, gave advice when I needed it. I would not be where I am today if was not for this woman. I would not have the heart that I have if she didn't open hers up to me. I learned so much through her actions and time with me. The joy she gave me will never be matched. She was my grandmother, mother, and best friend. She will be missed in this world. The bright blessed days and the dark sacred nights will never be the same without her in them. Her memories and sacrifices will never be forgotten. Every time I hear Louie Armstrong's song "What a Wonderful World", you will be on my mind.

Kathleen Harris

June 6, 2019

My sincerest sympathy on the passing of Aunt Joan. Thank you for posting all the photos - Aunt Joan in her anklets, by her bicycle (a big deal to gets bike then!), and I see a dog in one of the photos (from her childhood) and I wonder if that dog is named Lucky. My dad talked about a childhood dog they had named Lucky. My dad, she told me, accidentally shut a shed door on her hand when they were little and if I remember right she lost the first digit on one of her fingers.
I especially remember her kindness to me after my dad died. Sometimes during my college years I’d go visit Grandma (her mom Hilma) and stay overnight, and see my godmother (Aunt Joan), too, who lived in the apartment below. If it was a weekend Aunt Joan went to mass with me - one time it was bitter cold! After Dad died, Aunt Joan and Grandma drove out to Glenview where I grew up, quite a few times. I remember she did not like driving especially on the expressway - at least at that time! One of my clearest memories is visiting her after my dad had passed and of course her husband Al had also died just a few years earlier. I was visiting the apartment on Montrose. She had a piano in her apartment and Aunt Joan asked me to play an old standard she liked, “Days of Wine and Roses”. That was about 40 years ago.
She was such a lovely lady and from all the pictures posted here it seems like her life over the decades was filled with children, including her own two cherubs. She worked hard to raise Dave and John (to me, they were my older, hip cousins while growing up) and I think of them now. God’s peace to you at this time of loss.

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