Janet Helen Bos
February 7, 1939 – November 7, 2018
Age 79 of Brooklyn Park, passed away peacefully on November 7, 2018. She is preceded in death by husband, Willard; sisters, Gloria Lindquist, Margaret Kardell, Helen Swanson; brother, Mike Swanson. She is survived by children, Gene (Val) Bos, Mark (Kathy) Bos and Susan Bos; grandchildren, Anna, Mike, Zach; many great-grandchildren; brothers, Ray, Bob, Wayne; special friend, Berta. Graveside service 11AM Friday, November 16, 2018 at Sunset Cemetery, 2250 St. Anthony Blvd NE, Minneapolis, MN.
Janet loved to bake, cook and spend time with her family. She will be missed by all who knew her.
- Graveside Service Friday, November 16, 2018
Janet Helen Bos
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November 12, 2018
Jan and I were best friends forever. We got in more trouble than any 2 could, but we kept trying to outdo the last antic. Our husband's were in the Lucky 7 Bassmasters so we pre-fished one weekend and fished the next. That was too much time for us. Simple things like smuggling beer into her hubby, Will, while he was in the hospital or Jan was barely 5 ft and I'm 5'7 and I got caught sneaking into ICU to see Will and told the nurse I was Janet 's sister. That nurse never forgot us. We were at their cabin on Mantrap and saw 2 crazy guys on a snowmobile doing crazy eights and hollering. Damm kids we said...it turned out to be Mark and Gene. Every Friday was game night at our house and we'd order out. They picked up 5 different things and Janet took 2 bites and was full! Will threaten her every week he wouldn't get her anything the next week. Deer hunting we cooked meals for deer camp. I stayed at her house and we never cooked a meal. Once Galen forgot his deer hunting license and I had to drive home, pick it up, and take it to Park Rapids. Janet naturally agreed to go too. Glare ice, blowing snow, very little visibility and they were closing highways to all traffic. I said if we land in the ditch, she got to go for help as she was shorter and closer to the ground. On one hill it was glare ice and you could see your reflection so we both closed our eyes and made it almost to the top before we started sliding backwards, screaming as we slid. We made so much noise we stopped sliding and went back up the hill. Do you know if you forget your deer license, you can drive to town and get a DUPLICATE LICENSE. I could never get a duplicate Janet Helen Bos but she will be remembered always in my heart and memories. Rest in peace my dear friend until we meet again.