Rita May Roos

Rita May Roos (Oct 31,1929-June 1, 2013) Rita, after a long and brave battle was called home to be with her Lord on June 1st at the age of 83. Our mom had many roles: daughter, sister, wife, , .^...o-U-A mother, grandmother, aunt, cousin, neighbor and friend. She was feisty, hard-working, a bit stubborn, giving, determined, opinionated and faithful. If happiness could be defined in simple moments, mom's would include: bowling a strike, catching a fish, rolling a Yahty.ee (especially when Nan was her opponent!), sitting on her front porch with a hot cup of tea, floating in her pool, going for walks, having ice cream on abench at Heisler's and probably most of all, holding a baby. Mom spent years of her life sitting on a hard chair in front of a sewing machine in a textile factory but later never let a sore back stop her from hours and hours on uncomfortable bleachers as she proudly cheered at innumerous sporting events for her children and their children and then even her grandchildren's children! Once upon a time she loved our dad Carl... and later her chubby black dog, aptly named 'Shadow.' One she managed to train, the other...well...not so much. But love was love to our mom. That was the funny thing at times. Whether it was her husband, her dog or a friend of a friend who moved away thirty years ago but still occasionally sent a funny emaiL. if she loved you...it was a lifelong deal. Our mom sewed the days and experiences of her life together like a 'crazy quilt'— gathering bits and pieces from here and there...some bright and beautiful, some sturdy and strong and still others just odd scrapsshe inherited. They all got patched together side by side... sometimes matching up seamlessly and at other times, pulling apart from each other with frayed edges. Old age certainly faded mom's difficult last days hut our prayer is that her life will be remembered as a vibrant warm covering as we find comfort in knowing that all her different parts and pieces were what made her our mom— unique, special, valued and loved. In honor of our mom, please take a moment today and 'sew' an extra special memory with someone you love into the crazy quilt of your own hie. For in the end, it's those bright spots that cover your loved ones with comfort and warmth. We'd also like to take this opportunity to thank all those who lent a hand to mom as her health suffered. Whether it was a meal, a ride, a phone call, a smile, freshening her garden, hanging holiday decorations or simply listening...we thank you. We pray that you will be blessed a hundred fold for your generosity and kindness.It was our mother's last request to be remembered through quiet reflection in the hearts of her family and friends. She adamantly desired no public viewing or burial. To honor her passion as a dedicated fan we ask that contributions be made in Rita Roos's memory to the PASD Athletic Fund as we feel she would've loved to give back to the many teams who, win or lose, always brought a smile to her face. But those who wait on the Lord Shall renew their strength: They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:13 God Bless You, Carl, Bob, Beth and Lisa