Obituary for Diane Elizabeth Rohach
Diane Elizabeth (Binder) Rohach was born on February 8th, 1963 in a once-small town in eastern Pennsylvania. She grew up in the sleepy Palomino Farms neighborhood with her older brother Billy and her younger brother Dave.
When Diane was 23, she met her husband Tony at a bar, a fact rife with potential jokes that they’d bring up frequently throughout their life together. She was a wallflower, he was a bulldozer. She made him calmer and he made her stronger.
After they were married, they had two daughters together, Elizabeth “Bethann” and Tracy. Diane was a mother who loved dressing her daughters in matching outfits, taking them to nice restaurants where they ran in circles screaming, and peacefully putting them back to bed when they sleepwalked.
Diane read more romance novels in a year than any given person would read in a lifetime. Many weekends were often spent perusing used book stores with dusty paperbacks at $1 a piece. She’d pile a stack of them at a time, devouring them in her bed on evenings and Saturday mornings.
When Diane wasn’t reading on weekends, she was out by the pool with her friends, joking, debating, and always being fiercely herself. Her friends knew her by her easygoing smile, her joyous laugh, and her endless generosity. Diane could carry a conversation about anything with anyone. She spoke without judgement, laughed without pause, and marched steadfastly to the beat of her own drum.
Diane’s daughters loved to FaceTime her while she was on important work calls. She’d always answer their calls in a hushed tone, whispering she’d call them back as soon as the meeting was over. That was the thing about Diane; she always answered.
Perhaps more than anything, except her daughters and husband, Diane loved eating out. She was a regular at Honey and Paganini’s in Doylestown, the truffle potato chips, hummus, and spaghetti al gorgonzola being among her favorites between the two. Her love of eating out came from the many Sundays and Tuesdays she had spent with her own mother, splitting a bottle of wine and a plate of pasta after a day of shopping.
You would never suspect that Diane, an easygoing woman with a lush suburban home and intense job in pharmaceuticals, would love horror movies as much as she did. When her husband or daughters asked what she wanted to watch on any given night, they already knew the answer. She’d gleefully click through the available horror selections with her remote, stopping to read any title with a killer clown or violent shark.
If you were close with Diane, you’d also know that she had watched almost every episode of American Greed, Forensic Files, and CSI: Miami. She would unabashedly relay the most hilariously gruesome facts she’d learned during her daily binge of these programs. Diane loved these stories.
What’s more, she loved telling her own stories about her friends and family. Diane would tell the same stories over and over again about her parents, her children, her friends—all because she loved them so much. With the joy and vibrancy with which she told them, you couldn’t help but love them too.
Everyone who knew Diane would tell you the same things about her: she was kind, funny, smart, easygoing, and always up for adventure. All of that is true, but she was so much more than that. Diane had many flamboyant interests, nuanced sensitivities, and tried to find humor in everything. She will be greatly missed.
The Rohach family will recieve friends and family for a viewing service at the Varcoe-Thomas Funeral Home of Doylestown on Wednesday, May 5, 2021 from 9:30 - 11:00 am.
In lieu of flowers, donations made to The Breast Cancer Research Foundation, or the Dr. Susan Love Research Foundation would be greatly appreciated.
When Diane was 23, she met her husband Tony at a bar, a fact rife with potential jokes that they’d bring up frequently throughout their life together. She was a wallflower, he was a bulldozer. She made him calmer and he made her stronger.
After they were married, they had two daughters together, Elizabeth “Bethann” and Tracy. Diane was a mother who loved dressing her daughters in matching outfits, taking them to nice restaurants where they ran in circles screaming, and peacefully putting them back to bed when they sleepwalked.
Diane read more romance novels in a year than any given person would read in a lifetime. Many weekends were often spent perusing used book stores with dusty paperbacks at $1 a piece. She’d pile a stack of them at a time, devouring them in her bed on evenings and Saturday mornings.
When Diane wasn’t reading on weekends, she was out by the pool with her friends, joking, debating, and always being fiercely herself. Her friends knew her by her easygoing smile, her joyous laugh, and her endless generosity. Diane could carry a conversation about anything with anyone. She spoke without judgement, laughed without pause, and marched steadfastly to the beat of her own drum.
Diane’s daughters loved to FaceTime her while she was on important work calls. She’d always answer their calls in a hushed tone, whispering she’d call them back as soon as the meeting was over. That was the thing about Diane; she always answered.
Perhaps more than anything, except her daughters and husband, Diane loved eating out. She was a regular at Honey and Paganini’s in Doylestown, the truffle potato chips, hummus, and spaghetti al gorgonzola being among her favorites between the two. Her love of eating out came from the many Sundays and Tuesdays she had spent with her own mother, splitting a bottle of wine and a plate of pasta after a day of shopping.
You would never suspect that Diane, an easygoing woman with a lush suburban home and intense job in pharmaceuticals, would love horror movies as much as she did. When her husband or daughters asked what she wanted to watch on any given night, they already knew the answer. She’d gleefully click through the available horror selections with her remote, stopping to read any title with a killer clown or violent shark.
If you were close with Diane, you’d also know that she had watched almost every episode of American Greed, Forensic Files, and CSI: Miami. She would unabashedly relay the most hilariously gruesome facts she’d learned during her daily binge of these programs. Diane loved these stories.
What’s more, she loved telling her own stories about her friends and family. Diane would tell the same stories over and over again about her parents, her children, her friends—all because she loved them so much. With the joy and vibrancy with which she told them, you couldn’t help but love them too.
Everyone who knew Diane would tell you the same things about her: she was kind, funny, smart, easygoing, and always up for adventure. All of that is true, but she was so much more than that. Diane had many flamboyant interests, nuanced sensitivities, and tried to find humor in everything. She will be greatly missed.
The Rohach family will recieve friends and family for a viewing service at the Varcoe-Thomas Funeral Home of Doylestown on Wednesday, May 5, 2021 from 9:30 - 11:00 am.
In lieu of flowers, donations made to The Breast Cancer Research Foundation, or the Dr. Susan Love Research Foundation would be greatly appreciated.