Sandra (Sandy) Lee Cobb
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Sandra (Sandy) Lee Cobb (70) passed away surrounded by family on January 7th, 2021. Sandy was born on February 22, 1950 in St. Louis, Missouri. Truly a survivor of many illnesses and circumstances, she fought through to the very end.
Sandy was a devout Catholic and spent all of her time and love on her daughter. She lived in St. Louis, MO for most her life working as a staffing coordinator at St. Mary’s Hospital. She then moved to Kansas City to be closer to her family. Through surviving stomach cancer while pregnant with Melissa, to being diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis late in life, and being an amazing and caring single parent working multiple jobs to care for her family, Sandy proved she was a fighter.
If you knew Sandy, you would say she was a firecracker and always had a bit of an ornery side to her. She could tell you every NFL team’s win and losses. She was truly happy when Sunday came so she could sit down in front of the tv and talk strategy. She battled more illnesses and conflict than most could face but still did it with class. Sandy was so loved and will be missed greatly but we have comfort that she is now at peace.
Sandy was preceded in death by her parents Virginia Marie and Leo H. Schicker, and stepmother Emma Schicker. She is survived by her daughter Melissa (Dan) Martin and two grandchildren Madison and Gibson, along with her brother Lee (Mary) Schicker, and niece Emily (Rob) Thompson, and their children Max and Sophie. As well as her stepbrother Dan (Pat) Mueller.
A Memorial Mass will be held at Redemptorist Church, 3333 Broadway Blvd Kansas City MO 64111 at 1:00pm on Friday January 15, 2021.
Visits: 9
Melissa,
Sandy will be greatly missed by her friends at Homestead, including my mom. She was just the sweetest lady with a great sense of humor. I enjoyed the times I was able to join them for lunch. My deepest condolences to your family.
I knew Sandy when I lived with my husband at Homestead. She and I ate many meals together. I enjoyed knowing Sandy, and we had wonderful conservations and many laughs too. She was a dear and brave person. I am so sorry for your loss.
Sandy was my Mother’s neighbor at Homestead. She was always kind and welcoming. We are sorry for your family’s loss.
I have a couple of memories that go way back to college days. During a winter break a few of us girls decided to go down to a lodge in the Lake of the Ozarks. Part of the package was sking lessons so we decided to give it a try. We were told to put on skis and meet the instructor outside. So we did just that and when we got outside, the instructor in a heavy Scandinavin accent ask were our poles were? We advised she didn’t tell us to get poles. So after a few tries down a wooden made tiny slope, she sent us to a small but a little bigger hill. One of the girls started down the hill minus poles – causing Sandy and I to laugh hysterically causes me to pee my pants. But we were not deterred, and down we went. During our 3 stooges escapdes a young boy of about 5 would ski gracefully down, grab hold of the rope pull and up he went. Sandy made it down 1st and grabbed the rope and wated for us patiently to meet her at the top of the hill. DiNe fell and could not get up, I made it down the hill but it was a good 15 minutes before I could grasped the tope pull hard enough to return to Sandy. Diane finally took off her skis and walked up the hill.
Needless to say that wasnmy last attemp to ski.
In another incident Sandy was alone at home. Calling me hysterically she said a bird a flown into the house and lighted on the beautiful candeler in the dining room. Judy and I rushed to the rescue to assist with the bird. If the chandelier was destroyed her dad would have a fit. By the time we got there the bird was in the oven where Sandy had coraled it. Not sure who got the bird out of the house perhaps, Lee.
There were many other wonderful stories with your mother. Unfortunately I can’t remember them.
Hope these old tales will bring more smiles to you face.
Sandy Schicker Cobb was my first cousin and my age exactly, so whenever we did have holiday get-togethers growing up, I was so grateful for her! In the early years, I have fond memories of tromping up and down Grandpa and Grandma Schicker’s staircases (including the secret one that went to the kitchen) to play hide and seek or Sardine’s Ghost with the other cousins. But I always felt so special because Sandy and I were pals, and none of the other cousins were the same age like us.
Sandy moved to another state during the years we were both married, but we reconnected when our kids were young and then especially in their preteen years, when Melissa was the same age as my son Matt. We had a number of get-togethers back then, one which was especially memorable because Sandy and Melissa came to stay at our lake house at Lake of the Ozarks. I remember having a blast, and I think Sandy and Melissa did too, or at least I hope they did.
Sandy and I kept in long-distance touch over the years, but were particularly reconnected in the care of our dear elderly aunt, Julia Chrzanowski. I couldn’t have gotten through that time without Sandy. She handled the finances (she was a whiz at them and I was not!), and I handled the doctors’ appts. and general errands/care while Aunt Julie was still living in her home in St. Louis Hills. When Aunt Julie’s health issues worsened, we moved her into an apartment in Sandy’s building. Sandy took on the brunt of Aunt Julie’s care at that point, but she herself had health issues that forced us to move Aunt Julie into an assisted living facility that was excellent (Sandy found it, of course—she was good at that!). Sandy was there around the clock when Aunt Julie passed, and she was absolutely the best niece a woman could have. And the best cousin.
When Sandy moved to Kansas City to be close to Melissa, she did visit Keith and I in St. Louis via train once or twice, and we had a wonderful time, as always. But when we moved to the Lake of the Ozarks, my heart grieves that I was not able to see her again. I had invited her to come several times, and although I think she wanted to, we could never work it out, especially as Sandy’s illnesses progressed.
I was not able to officially say goodbye to Sandy before she went home to God, but I want to say goodbye now. Sandy, thank you for your friendship and your help with Aunt Julie over the years. I wish we had lived closer so we could have spent more time together, especially in your later years. I look forward to the day that I can throw my arms around you in heaven, and we can walk on streets of gold to catch up.
Love you always!
Julie.