Deanna Rose Peterson, 82, was joyfully reunited with the love of her life, Roland Duane (Ron)Peterson on July 30, 2021. She passed peacefully at home surrounded by loved ones. Deanna was born October 9, 1938, in Brigham City Utah to Floyd Levi Holley and Ada Mable Bronson.
In Deanna’s early years, she worked as a nurse in multiple hospitals and also with the Red Cross. She married Ron on his birthday, June 10, 1961. They were married 57 years before he passed in 2018. She devoted her life to being the best wife and mom possible. Among her many talents she was known most for her beautiful artwork. Deanna was a member of the Wyoming Artists’ Guild and was also a professional cake artist, with wedding cakes being her specialty. Her spud-nuts and cinnamon rolls will never be duplicated. Deanna loved being with her family and was always involved with school organizations and the Girl Scouts. She was the first female Scout Master for the Boy Scouts of America in Wyoming. Deanna served many callings in the LDS church. She believed strongly in God and her faith. Deanna loved fishing, sometimes from under water, and loved being in nature. As a mom, Deanna gave her love not only to her own family, but she always welcomed everyone with open arms. She opened her home to stranded travelers, all the neighborhood kids and anyone in need.
Deanna was preceded in death by her husband Roland (Ron) Peterson, her parents, and her baby sister. She is survived by her daughters, Debra Thorstad of Layton, RaNae (Gordon) Kelson of Ogden and Michele (Shan) Kinsey of Slaterville, and her brothers, Levi (Linda) Holley of Laughlin, NV., and David (Bonnie) Holley of Grand Junction, CO. She had the privilege of being a grandmother to thirteen adoring grandchildren (spouses included) and fifteen great grandchildren with two more on the way.
There will be a private celebration of her life with her family and close friends, after which she will be buried with Ron at the Brigham City Cemetery.
If roses grow in heaven
Lord, please pick a bunch for me
And place them in my mother’s arms
So hopefully she will see
That remembering her is easy
I do it every day
But there’s an ache within my heart
That will never go away.