OBITUARY

Richard Joseph Sabath Jr.

August 5, 1920October 31, 2013
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Sabath Jr, Richard Joseph, 93, of Chesterfield, passed away Oct 31, 2013, in Chesterfield surrounded by his family.

Richard, son of the late Richard J. Sabath Sr and his wife Gertrude (nee Schulze) Sabath, was born Aug 5, 1920, in Villa Ridge, MO. He served as a supply Sergeant at Jefferson Barracks during WWII.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Helen Lorene (nee Johnson) Sabath.

He was the beloved father of his five children and their spouses: Richard (Patricia) Sabath III of Lenexa, KS, Robert (Jacqueline) Sabath of Harpers Ferry, VA, Nancy (Thomas) of Creve Coeur, MO, David (Carla) Sabath of Columbia, MO, and Lorene (Larry) Barker of Breckinridge Hills, MO; beloved grandfather of 17 grandchildren and 28 great-grandchildren. He is survived by numerous other relatives as well as friends from St. Louis, Protem, and Friendship Village in Chesterfield.

In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to Heartland Hospice, American Red Cross, or Salvation Army.

Visitation 10am until time of service at 1pm on Sunday, November 3 at Alexander-White-Mullen Funeral Home, St. Ann.

Services

  • Visitation Sunday, November 3, 2013
  • Funeral Service Sunday, November 3, 2013
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Jayme Fletcher

November 26, 2013

The mention of root beer barrel candy in the beautiful poem by Peter Sabath that was read at the service reminded me of a memory I had long forgotten about my Uncle Rick. I too remember getting those candies from him and that memory brought me back in time to a wonderful era where time moved more slowly and families got together often and enjoyed simply being together. In recent years, enjoying his family is my memory of my Uncle Rick. I enjoyed seeing him sit back and watch the wonderful families that his five children and their children created. I know he was very proud (and rightly so) of the close bond that the Sabath family has. My Uncle Rick will be greatly missed.

Matthew Sabath

November 21, 2013

When I think of Grandpa, I think of the stars. Some of my most vivid memories involve lying in his hammock at the lake watching the stars and listening to the Cardinals game. I remember him being something of a mysterious figure. He had a force around him that I could feel even as a kid. I didn't understand it then, but I eventually realized what it was. Grandpa was a man of truth and integrity; a man of such good that everyone around him couldn't help but be influenced by his presence. Every time I look at the night sky, I am reminded of him and it helps guide me in my life. I can only hope that one day I can be as much of a man as he was.
Matthew Sabath, Lowell, AR

David Sabath

November 19, 2013

Dad practiced his "double whammy" on me. It took lots of practice to get the technique just right. I used to go get in bed with Dad and Mom in the morning on weekends when I was just a little guy. He would tickle me until I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to say "Please papa let me go" or he wouldn't stop. But I was always laughing so hard I couldn't say it.

I also remember him drying me off after a bath in our tiny little bathroom. He would sing "Davey Crocket". Dad liked to sing. He would also play Mario Lanza on the record player, especially on Sunday mornings.

All the trips we took in the car are also lasting memories for me. I always remember when we all went to California and when we had to pick up clothes on the highway at night because they blew out of the roof carrier.

Fishing and camping, and Big Spring and Montauk. Those memories will last beyond this lifetime.

I was with Dad when we drove around southern Missouri and northern Arkansas looking for a place for him to retire. Dad liked to drive, and so do I. I think I got it from him.

Dad mellowed as he aged. I love him and miss him very much.

Ben Barker

November 18, 2013

I will never forget watching airplanes, trout fishing, having a root beer float on your deck, and your pantsless card games in Canada. I love you.

Lori Barker

November 18, 2013

I remember trips to the zoo, standing in line for free seats at the Muny, watching airplanes and eating Dairy Queen, going to Marvin Park on Sunday mornings, trips to see Mom, Sunday dinners at Grandma and Grandpa's, Christmas mornings opening long hoped for gifts, fireworks under the Arch, camping trips where we would pull an ice cold watermelon from the river and stay up late singing around the campfire, Saturday morning tickle fights, and the love between a little girl and her Daddy.
As I got older, and it was just you and me at home, I remember making chili together on Saturday afternoons, watching Sunday night TV together, road trips out west, float trips, Cardinal games and Blues games, and even though I had fallen in love and given my heart away, there was still a special place in my heart for the love between a little girl and her Daddy.
I remember the moment before you walked me down the aisle you said, “I love you. You will always be my little girl.” It didn't make for such a beautiful photograph – I was crying all the way down the aisle – but it left a beautiful picture forever in my heart of the love between a little girl and her Daddy.
I didn't realize until I was older and had children of my own, and especially these past few years, just what you had really taught me. You instilled in me a love of God, country and family. You taught me to respect every person I met and to greet them with kind words and a smile. You showed me that a sense of humor would get you through tough days and make good days even sweeter. You taught me to work hard, and play harder. You taught me when life knocks you down, to get up…again, and again, and again. You taught me that we can't always choose what happens to us, but we can choose how we react to it. You always chose to love, to be happy, to cherish times with family, to be present in the moment and truly LIVE your life. You taught me so much, not by what you said, but by how you lived. Thank you for always being my Daddy, for teaching me so many valuable life lessons, for always loving and always giving.
Until we meet again, I know God is holding you in His arms, and I will continue to hold you in my heart. I love you, Pops!

Larry Barker

November 18, 2013

It's always hard when you have known someone a long time to say goodbye.

Goodbye to a friend.

Goodbye to a fishing buddy.

Goodbye to “sack that quarterback,” go Cardinals, how about them Tigers.

Goodbye to all the card games we played.

Goodbye to all of the great banter we shared.

Goodbye to a mentor.

Goodbye to a father who treated me like one of his own.

Goodbye, Gramps.

Richard Sabath III

November 15, 2013

In Memory of Dad
It is difficult to capture the essence and spirit of a man who has lived for 93 years. This is my feeble attempt to do so.
RICHARD JOSEPH SABATH, Jr., Loving husband, cherished father, adored grandfather and great-grandfather, son, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, friend
Loud, quiet, resilient, adaptable, caring, generous, gregarious, thoughtful, fun-loving, proud, loving, gracious
Dad taught his children many life lessons as we grew up, but among the most notable were:
1. Love of nature: Dad loved the colors of autumn, the creeks and streams of the Ozarks, Big Springs Park, Elephant Rocks and Glade Top Trail. As kids we took endless rides and camping trips to look at the Fall leaves, to fish or canoe down a river. We often complained about going on another “leaf ride”, but later we would subject our own children to the same seemingly endless rides.
2. To be resilient and adaptable: Life was often difficult for Dad from the early loss of his wife and the more recent loss of his brother. He had every right to grow into a cynical old man, but he did not. He adapted to each new event and moved forward with renewed vigor. He continued to live life to the fullest to the very end of his days.
3. Strong work ethic: Mom and Dad both worked long hours to provide for five growing children. As our old home movies attest they always had us decked out for Easter. Christmas was always a joyous affair with family and friends. As I grew older and had children of my own I came to fully realize how truly hard Mom and Dad had worked to create a wonderful life for us.
4. Love of family: For Dad family was very important. He was so proud of all of his children and the things that they had accomplished. He loved not only his own family, but all of his grandchildren and great grandchildren, brother and sister-in-laws, and nieces and nephews. During the last week of his life we re-discovered a treasure trove of old home movies. As Bob, Nancy, David, Lori and I watched the flickering images on the TV we were transported back 50 years in time. Our aunts, uncles and cousins were all young again and although there was no sound on the old 8mm tapes I could hear their voices and the sounds of the numerous family gatherings, wiffle ball games, birthdays and family vacations chronicled on the tapes. The Lawsons, Wandersees, Johnsons, Vaughns and Hulls were all captured forever young by Dad even though we all complained vigorously about the blinding light that was required by the camera to record the images. I only wish now he had taken more.
I feel extremely fortunate to have spent the last week of my Dad's life by his side along with my brothers and sisters. It was a very special time as we watched his favorite old movies with him, Cardinal World Series Games, and Mizzou football. It wasn't always easy watching his life slip away, but I would not change a minute of that time. To the end FAMILY was always what mattered most to Dad. When the end came and we had all stepped out into the hallway to let the hospice workers tend to Dad's final needs, my brother-in-law Tom Freeman looked at me with a smile and said, “Well, now you are the patriarch of your family.” I had never really thought about that possibility in those specific terms, but it was true. I am the oldest living male of the Sabath Family. I hope I am able to live up to the precedents set by my predecessors in leading the Sabath Clan. My grandfather, Richard J. Sabath, Sr. and my father, Richard J. Sabath, Jr. lead our family with dignity and honor. My hope is that I can do the same and grow old as graciously as my father did. Remember that your family is everything. Never pass up an opportunity to tell them how much you love them. Just as my father continued to adapt to changes in his life,I hope that I am just as strong and resilient and am able to adjust to a life without him. I love you, Dad.

Susanna Bullock

November 14, 2013

These are my memories of Rick. His laugh. How happy my grandparents were when he stopped by, with or without trout, which he often brought them. My grandmother leaving the room when Grandpa told my mom about your Mom dying too young. The times I'd stop by Hal's and your dad, Hal and Dottie would have stacks of nickels in front of them and the one smiling biggest was normally the one with the highest stack. The story Hal told me of your Dad and Hal and Manny and my mom shinnying up saplings and swinging them to the ground and doing it again and again.

Jackie Sabath

November 13, 2013

I met Bob in 1971, about a year after his Mom died. Years later I began to understand more fully the impact her illness and untimely death had on the family. Stories about Helen tumbled out at family gatherings over the years. Every now and then Dad Sabath would get to talking about Helen. And each time he spoke of her, he'd choke up and start to cry. And then everyone in the room would cry too. We all entered that sacred space of love shared and love lost. Dad let us into his broken heart -- a heart cracked open by suffering and loss, then transformed into tender resilience. It is a gift I will always cherish.

Nancy freeman

November 12, 2013