WEST ENFIELD - Sarah Eunice (Ketch) Drost, wife of George Drost passed away Feb. 18, 2015, at a Bangor hospital after many years of ill health. She was born June 18, 1928, in Connor, Maine, to Israel and Tina (Griffith) Ketch, and was the last of nine children - Hardy,Thelma, Elias, Vesta, Israel, Cecil, Annie and Beecher.
Sarah loved to go camping, and was famous for her molasses cookies. Her family is what she lived for.
In addition to her husband of 68 years, George, she is survived by a daughter, Vesta and Doug Ireland of West Enfield; sons, George Jr. and Gretchen of Farmington, NH, Russell and Melanie of West Enfield, Adrian and Kelly of Prentiss, and Keith and Hannah of Stetson; grandchildren, Scott Ireland, Traci and Snapper Bubar, Anne Marie and Mike Ward, George Drost III and Theresa, Russell and Bre Drost, Adrian Drost, Ashley and Jim Zugelder, Aimee Drost, Alyssa Drost, Amanda and Mark Osborn, Sara and Matt Osborn, Keith Drost, Maegan Jerr and Erin Burns; great-grandchildren, Colby, Malorie, Rylee, Connor, Destin, CJ, Cameron, Aiden Z., Bryson, Jace, Jayden, Karagan, Liam, Caitlyn, Jamison, Lux, Aiden O., Aria, Angleque, Jayden and Annah; a sister-in-law, Vivian Ketch and brothers in law, Duane and Joyce Drost, Bill and Linda, Gary and Grace, and her nephew Roy Spencer who she loved like a son.
Friends may call from1-3 p.m. Saturday at Clay Funeral Home, 7 Lee Road, Lincoln, where funeral services will follow at 3 p.m. with the Rev. Angelia Fowler officiating. Spring interment will be in West Enfield Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers donations in her memory may be made to West Enfield Church of God. Those who wish may sign an online register and leave written condolences at www.clayfuneralhome.com.
On the Sundays in the springtime when the scented flowers grow, I shall dream of you, my darling, and the love we used to know. On the Sundays of the summer when the sun is in the sky, I shall think of you, my dearest, and my heart will softly sigh. On the Sundays of the autumn when the wind is growing cold, I shall long for you beloved. On the Sundays of the winter when the snow is all around, I shall weep for you, my sweetheart, underneath the frozen ground. On the Sundays of my lifetime, through the long remaining years, I shall love you to the moment God will dry my final tear.
Published on  February 20, 2015