Birth date: Oct 14, 1926 Death date: Dec 12, 2020
Rose Oliverio of Lehigh Acres, Florida passed away peacefully with her loving family by her side on Saturday, December 12, 2020 while under Hospice care following some recent health challenges. She was 94 years old. Rose was born Read Obituary
Dear Vanessa and Drina,
Words seem so inadequate at times like these. You are in our thoughts and prayers today and always. May Aunt Rose dance like her feet are on Cloud 9 with Uncle Pat in Heaven. All our love and sympathy,
Pete, Catherine, Adam & Joshua
The day i meet this lovely lady, i knew she was a great and kind woman.
I knew her for a little over 6 years, and never saw her unhappy
She was understanding and kind, one of the most beautiful lady I ever met
RIP
Rose
Love you always
Frank
Was Senior Queen at the Lehigh Acre Senior Center
Taught Dancing
Was a Follie dancer at Spring Festival
Was a Artist, could draw portraits with charcoal and did oil paintings.
Fantastic sewer
My brother and I always looked forward to our grandparents’ visits. My grandmother loved to take us to the mall (and we loved to go with her). In the evenings we’d always play cards - I learned so many different games from her. We didn’t have cable, so she would record programs she thought we’d like and bring them up with her. She was always thinking of us.
As we got older, I came to appreciate her quick wit and tongue-in-cheek sense of humor. She was always impressing the younger generations with how hip (and just a bit outrageous) she was.
While I was working IT for a payroll company, I learned my grandmother had basically done the same thing, 60 years before, when most people had never heard of computers. She worked as a key punch operator processing payroll for Ford. They loved her so much they offered to transfer her to Tampa when she retired to Florida (it was too far of a commute for her).
She cared deeply for her family, and her daughters (and their friends) adored her. She doted on her pets, always bringing them special toys and treats. When she visited my parents, she would always squirrel away extra treats for our dog. She only had to cock her finger at him and he would slip into her bedroom for some illicit leftovers.
She was fun. She maintained her sense of humor to the end.
Two nights before she died, I dreamed we went to the mall together. Nothing big, and I don’t remember what we said, but we were there together. She had her full mobility back, and she seemed happy, at peace.
That is how I will remember her.
