SARAH ANN SPENCER

Sarah Ann Spencer wasn’t just the girl with fiery red hair—she was the spark in every room, the one who could make the world feel a little softer simply by being in it. She had a way of loving that made you believe in goodness, a tenderness that extended to every stray cat, every wagging tail, every life she touched.

Her smile wasn’t just something you saw—it was something you felt, a warmth that wrapped around you and stayed long after she left the room. Sarah made you want to see the world through her eyes, a place filled with color, kindness, and unshakable love.

Her absence is felt in the quiet moments—when the house is too still, when the sun sets without her laugh lighting the evening—but her memory is alive in every heart she touched. To know Sarah was to love her, and to lose her is to carry her forever