Irmgard Ruth Lieben Obituary (1952

Irmgard Lieben peacefully and gracefully passed on Friday, April 1, 2022, at the age of sixty-nine. "Irmi" as she was often referred to by those close to her; was more than just a mother, grandmother, and great grandmother. Irmgard was a force of nature, a warrior who strived to always do and be better, but unfortunately lost her battle to pancreatic cancer. Irmi will always be remembered as strong-minded woman who committed great acts of kindness, a woman who sacrificed her own needs so other would not go without and a woman with a compassionate soul and a woman who would often display her somewhat German stubborn streak. Irmi leaves behind her beloved life partner Mike Vostad whom she passionately loved for 18 years. The ultimate love story between two soul mates, Irmi and Mike are the epitome of unconditional love -- a love so strong that could move mountains. Irmi and Mike spent their time going on adventurous cross-country road trips to visit friends and family, trying new cuisine, going to music concerts, relaxing on the porch on hot summer days with refreshing, home blended Margheritas, tending to her flower gardens and having a home filled with lots laughter. Irmi also leaves behind a daughter Angela Lieben and a son Richard R. Tatic. Her legacy of kindness, tenacity, and compassion will carry on through her grandchildren Steven Dodd, and Parker Tatic, and great granddaughter Juniper Dodd. Irmgard is also survived by her siblings, Ursula Lieben, Werner Lieben, and Brigitte Lieben-Fisher. One of Irmgard's recent favorite quotes was from the Good Place -- and makes sense when it comes to living and dying. Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave. And then it crashes in the shore, and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be. In lieu of flowers, please take a moment to plant a tree or bush in her memory.