Mary Johnson, 50, passed on January 20, 2021. She was born to Shawn Soloman and Angela Johnson in Columbia, South Carolina on August 10, 1970.

She raised 1 child Sydney Johnson. She is also survived by 1 grandchild.

Mary graduated from Saint Xavier High School and received a degree from the University of South Carolina.

Mary worked at Administration Assistant and was passionate about affecting the most positive change in people. She also volunteered at the United Way Association of South Carolina.

She leaves behind a very dysfunctional family that she was very proud of. She was world-renowned for her lack of patience, not holding back her opinion and a knack for telling it like it is. 

She always told you the truth even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. 

It was the school of hard knocks and yes we were told many times how she had to walk for miles in a blizzard to get to school, so suck it up. With that said she was genuine to a fault, a pussy cat at heart (or lion) and yet she sugar coated nothing. 

Her extensive vocabulary was more than highly proficient at knowing more curse words than most people learned in a lifetime. 

She liked four letter words as much as she loved her rock garden and trust us she LOVED to weed that garden with us as her helpers, when child labour was legal or so we were told. 

These words of encouragement, wisdom, and sometimes comfort, kept us in line, taught us the “school of hard knocks” and gave us something to pass down to our children. 

Everyone always knew where you stood with her. She liked you or she didn’t, it was black or white. As her children we are still trying to figure out which one it was for us (we know she loved us). 

She was a master cook in the kitchen. She believed in overcooking everything until it chewed like rubber so you would never get sick because all germs would be nuked. 

Freezing germs also worked, so by Friday our school sandwiches were hard and chewy, but totally germ free. All four of us learned to use a napkin. 

You would pretend to cough, spit the food into it and thus was born the Stocks diet. If anyone would like a copy of her homemade gravy, we would suggest you don\'t.

Mary will be solely missed. All whom loved her dearly and will never forget her tenacity, wit, charm, grace when pertinent and undying love and caring for them.