To Rosies biological family, we adopted Rosie and Rosie adopted us.
Rosie and I met in Chicago when we were in our twenties, living in the same apartment building. I left Chicago to move to Denver Rosie came to visit the summer after I moved and next year Rosie moved to Denver where she went to Cosmetology school, and after a few years opened her own shop. I was married and was about to have our first son when Rosie arrived, it was just before Christmas. January 2, 1979, Rosie moved to her apartment, and we moved into a larger house. Fifteen months later our second son was born and you couldnt ask for a more devoted and engaging Auntie. She even dressed as Santa one year to bring their gifts. The boys, Casey, Ku, and Delmos called her T Rose. She called my husband Dennis, Big Brother, and me May. We spent Holidays together and functioned much like an extended family, sharing victories and growing pains helping each other grow like pieces to a puzzle. Rosie was a fiery and passionate person as she was in her walk with Jesus, which she took very seriously. She was actively and personally in our lives for ten years when she moved back to Chicago. We missed her but remained in contact, she, often hosting us when we traveled East. I have no doubt Rosie was received in the arms of our Lord the moment her eyes closed for the last time. We will always love and remember her.