It is with a heavy heart that we announce the passing of our mother, Rosetta Mae (Buss) Lamborn. She put up a fight, but when it’s time to go, we must. Mom and I once joked about the dreary obituaries we would come across, and I vowed to myself I wouldn’t let her have the same fate. Of course, I thought it would be much later in life. But mom always taught us to roll with the punches, so here we are.
‘Rosie,’ as she was affectionately called, was born to Willard and Pauline Buss on December 7, 1952. She was the oldest of this ornery brood that included her five siblings. Although her mother passed last year, the rest of the family remains to keep us all in line. They are David Buss and wife Cindy, Darwin Buss and wife Susan, Marcia Kress, Rhonda Scott and husband Steve, and Daniel Buss and wife Cindy. Rosie attended school in Adams, graduating in 1971. Now after mom graduated I am certain she went off and did some great things. I know she worked hard and made friends. I wish I could tell you all the wonderful things she did, but she was never very open about this time in her life. She probably stumbled a bit, as we all do, but I know she picked her self up and kept going. During this time, she developed her love of cooking and baking, sewing, reading, music and helping others. Mom was eventually pleasantly surprised (her words, not mine) when she found out she would be having a daughter, Amanda (Buss) Podtburg. She raised me with love and whatever else she could come up with. She taught me independence, organization, and how to use creativity to produce outward visuals of my happiness. We read books from the library, and listened to music from the 50s, 60s and 70s--back when music was good. She taught me how to bake and that you didn’t need money to make a good life. She did the best she could with what she had. Down the road another surprise as my sister, Amelia Bradshaw, made her arrival. We three girls made a life for ourselves with the help of our large, loving family and the supportive Adams Community. It takes a village, and mom understood that; and while she was a proud and stubborn woman, she was eternally grateful for the help, although she may never had wanted to admit it.
When mom was diagnosed with breast cancer in October 2017, she didn’t flinch. She put on her big girl panties and prepared to beat it. But when it’s our time, we can’t change the rules. After two weeks in the hospital, Mom died peacefully at Gold Crest in Adams on August 17, 2018. Her family and friends will miss her and remember her for her constant production of goodies, ability to create works of art with fabric and thread, and her unending desire to help others. I personally will remember mom for her stubbornness, her unwavering spirit, and her love of her two grandchildren, Alexander Podtburg and Ana Main. I will also cherish her ability to make the best of of an almost impossible situation, which is exactly where we find ourselves right now. Mom, we love you and if I know nothing else, it is that you loved us, and the rest is just boring facts to fill up the spaces.
Mom wouldn’t have wanted a big to do, so we are having a come as you are ‘Remember Rosie’ gathering on Sunday, August 26, beginning at 3 p.m. at the Adams Community Building. Family will be there until who knows when to greet and socialize. We’ll have some pictures there and share some stories about the family. Donations will be accepted to help pay for mom’s cremation with the remainder going to local breast cancer charities. Donations can be dropped off during the gathering or mailed to Aspen Cremation, 4822 Cleveland Ave., Lincoln NE 68504. Condolences to www.aspencare.com