“MawMaw”

August 10, 1960 – October 9, 2026

There are people who make you feel welcome, and then there are people like Barbara Ann Lott Adcock, who made you feel that you belonged.

Born on August 10, 1960, in Morton, Mississippi, Barbara made her home in Bullard, Texas. On Friday, October 9, 2026, she went home to be with her Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, leaving behind a family forever changed by her love and a world made better because she had been part of it.

Barbara had a heart that simply did not know how to turn someone away. Her home was open, her table always had room for one more, and her pocketbook was never too far away when someone needed help. She didn't ask what people had done to deserve her kindness. She asked what they needed, and if she could give it, she did.

She was the person people called when life became too heavy to carry alone. She would listen without judgment, ask the questions nobody else thought to ask, and tell you the truth, even when it wasn't what you wanted to hear. Her advice wasn't always easy, but it always came from a place of love. If she believed in you, she wanted you to become everything you were capable of being. She would have stood against the whole world for you.

But Barbara wasn't all serious conversations and life lessons. She had a feisty spirit, a mischievous streak, and a sense of humor that could turn an ordinary evening into a memory worth keeping forever. She loved a little good-natured trouble, and especially a good back-and-forth. And make no mistake, Barbara was going to get the last word—or throw the last punch. She knew it, she owned it, and anyone who ever went around with her knew it, too.

She was the kind of woman you could laugh with until your sides hurt, get into a little harmless mischief with, or sit beside for hours talking about the things in life that really mattered. She loved reminiscing about old friends, family, and days gone by. Those conversations often began with laughter, turned to tears, and somehow found their way back to laughter again. With Barbara, you could poke fun at each other, share your deepest secrets, cry over life's heartaches, and solve the world's problems—all in the same evening.

She loved fiercely, laughed freely, and never pretended to be anything other than exactly who she was. She could give you a hard time and make you feel completely loved in the very same breath. And if she loved you, there was no question about it. You were hers, and she was going to stand by you.

Of all the beautiful stories in Barbara's life, the greatest is the love she shared with her husband, Doug.

They were childhood sweethearts whose lives eventually took them in different directions. But some love stories are simply not finished when we think they are. Years later, life brought Barbara and Doug back together, as though their hearts had only been waiting for the right time.

She was his heart, and he was her rock.

Their love was built on admiration, friendship, loyalty, and the happiness they found in one another. To see them together was to understand that sometimes the person you were meant to find was the one your heart had known all along.

Barbara's greatest joy was her family, though she never believed family had to be defined by blood.

She was a devoted mother to her daughter, Jennifer, and when she and Doug built their life together, his three sons—Keith, Jacob, and Johnathan—became her sons, too. Isiah held that same place in her heart. At just 12 years old, a young boy who needed love, guidance, and someone willing to believe in him, she brought him into her home, loved him as her own, and helped him find a better path in life. There were no divisions in Barbara's love. Once she considered you family, you were family, and nothing in this world could change that.

That was Barbara. She didn't just talk about love. She lived it.

Her relationship with Doug's mother, lovingly known as Grandmother, was another beautiful example of that bond. They were more than family. They were best friends, confidantes, and two strong women who together guided, loved, and protected the people who meant everything to them.

Barbara was a fishing girl and a horse girl at heart. She loved children, cherished the simple joys of life, and was happiest when surrounded by the people she loved. A house full of family was never too crowded for her. It was exactly where she wanted to be.

To her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, she was MawMaw—a name that carried so much more than its few letters. It meant love, protection, comfort, wisdom, and a place to belong.

Her faith in Jesus Christ was the foundation of her life. She did not need grand gestures to show what she believed. Her faith could be seen in the doors she opened, the people she lifted up, the forgiveness she offered, and the love she gave so freely.

 And now comes the part that is hardest for those who loved her.

There will be an empty place at the table. There will be family gatherings where everyone is laughing, and someone will remember something Barbara said. For a moment, the room will fill with laughter again, just like it always did. And then someone will wish she were there to tell the story herself.

There will be conversations where her advice is needed, celebrations where her presence is missed, and ordinary days when the smallest memory brings both a smile and an ache in the heart.

A story of fierce love, unwavering loyalty, second chances, laughter, forgiveness, family, and a faith that carried her home.

Barbara's life will never be measured simply by the years between August 10, 1960, and October 9, 2026. It will be measured by the lives she touched, the family she brought together, the children she loved, and the countless moments when someone needed a little hope and found it in her.

Perhaps the most beautiful thing about a life like Barbara's is that she gave so much of herself to the people around her that pieces of her will live on in all of them. In the laughter they share, the stories they tell, the children they raise, the kindness they show, and the way they stand by one another when life gets hard.

There will never be another Barbara, another MawMaw.

And while her absence will leave an ache that words cannot heal, the love she gave will continue to live in every heart she touched.

Because if Barbara loved you, you knew it.

And you always will.