August 13, 1933 – November 22, 2024
We are saddened to announce the passing of our beloved mother Rose Jacobson on Friday, November 22, at the age of 91, beloved wife of Gary Jacobson in Winnipeg, MB. Rose was born in Camperville, Manitoba on August 13, 1933.
She is survived by her beloved husband Gary of 56 years. She also leaves to mourn her four sons, Glenn (Tracy) Allan (Denise) Gerald, and Dean (Heather); three daughters, Valerie, Monica (Mac), and Vangie (Lionel); along with numerous grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren. Rose was predeceased by her three daughters, Shelley (2024), Debbie (2006), and Brenda (2018), and grandsons Gary (2023) and James.
Rose worked at numerous jobs, and she and Gary fostered many children. She enjoyed bingo, yard sales, and playing cards (Rummy) with family and friends. Rose and Gary travelled to many campsites. Their favorite site was in Hudson, Ontario staying at Country Cabin with family and friends. Many fond memories were made there. She loved to cook outside on an open fire pit with a fresh pot of tea brewing. In the springtime, she loved to go blueberry and strawberry picking with Gary, family, and friends. Rose loved to can her beets, make her famous raisin pies, and Bannock.
The family would like to thank the staff at Holy Family Home for the tender care of our beloved Rose.
Cremation has taken place, and a memorial service will be held on Friday, November 29, 2024, at 1:00 p.m., in the chapel of Voyage Funeral Home, 220 Hespeler Ave at Henderson Hwy with Fr. Henry officiating.
2 thoughts on “Rose De Lima Jacobson”
Deepest Sympathy To whole Family,,
May, Your Mom Rest in Jesus Name-Amen,,,
BarbO, (Valls friend)
Grandma not a day goes by without thinking of you. Just got off the phone with grandpa, I wish I could have had a turn talking to you on the phone. I miss those days when I would call to see how you and grandpa were doing, how you would remind me to drive safe, dress warm, and say love you my girl!
I miss you always looking at my hair and say don’t cut it, it’s so nice like that. I miss those days.
This evening Peyton and I peeked at the raspberry bush coming back to life, I wish you could have come over when it was time to pick raspberries. I miss those days of blueberry picking with you.
It’s almost the first Mother’s Day/ grandma day without you and it makes me sad that I won’t see you on this day. I will honour you this day and always.
I’ve promised myself to practice making your rice pudding and to try to perfect it to yours.
What I would do to have tea and rice pudding with you.
I miss those days…
Love you grandma