I remember the first time my parents brought me out to Washington to visit aunts, uncles, and cousins. It was the summer between 4th and 5th grade and my first conscious memory
Meeting Rosie
She took us to the farmers markets in Seattle and bought some of the most delicious meat I had ever tried at that point and asked me if I knew what it was. When I asked she told me they were Rocky Mountain oysters (as I had just learned on the drive out what they were) I had never turned so green so fast and I remember to this day the laugh Rosie and my dad had.
That whole trip I remember her being the life of the party, always laughing, smiling, and joking around making me feel extremely welcome like I had known her my whole life. I still think back and have happy memories from that trip and she was a huge part of that.
While it’s been a long time since I last saw her she’ll never be forgotten. The world was a better place because she was in it.
My condolences
Joe Rudolph