Helen L. Wulff

WULFF, Helen L. 2/26/1933 – 1/22/2022 Isn’t it funny how the small things seem to stand out the most?—her rolled up Kleenexes, her diligent hands with long, beautiful fingers interlocking loops of yarn as she crocheted intricate afghans, her crossword puzzles strewn about, her iced sweet tea, the sultry aroma of her kitchen as she was cooking delicacies like chicken hearts or oxtails, her weakness for shoes and purses, and the predictable sound of her mellow voice when she answered the phone “yellow!”I’ll remember her tapping her foot to Garth Brooks or the Judds and chuckling over the one liners on the Golden GIrls and Rheba.I could always count on opening the fridge to find my favorite pop stocked.When I was little I thought it was their birthday every time we went over there so when we would leave I would say happy “birfday” and nana and papa would say it back exactly the same way. When everybody got together for dinner, she would be sure to have Valentino’s cheese pizza and breadsticks for us grandkids.Sleepovers at Nana and Papa Wulff’s house meant root beer floats or ice cream sundaes with maraschino cherries and as many episodes of the Olsen twins as her granddaughters desired.We spent countless days together at Skate Daze and I loved to hear Nana reminisce about meeting Pa at the skating rink his family worked at.She could talk on and on about the good ol’ days and I found it fascinating that she could recall a time when Omaha ended at 72nd street. She was not a frivolous woman by any means, she lived a simple life, but her generosity was unmatched.She seldom said no to us as there wasn’t anything us grandkids wanted or needed for that she wouldn’t have gone without to provide.She was the best shopping companion.What she gave us went far beyond material though… she gave us a way of living both by example and with words of wisdom.She may not have approved of everything we did, may not have liked some of the decisions we made, but she didn’t lecture… she didn’t judge. She had a way of telling you what you needed to do in the most loving way.She was blunt but also able to speak truth and had a gentle, honest tact.We always knew she was there if we needed her, we could count on her to listen, to comfort, and to help. Some would say to love deeply means you will suffer greatly in life.Nana cared and loved without boundaries; her life was not an easy one and she had much to grieve.Through it all, she seemed to only become more humbled and open her heart to love deeper.It didn’t take much to make her happy—a card, a visit, a phone call at the end of the day to talk about the day and which always ended, “Goodnight...Sweet dreams...I love you.”We were the most important people in the world to her. She lived to make our lives better. There is a part of her in each of us, something that she gave to us and asked nothing for in return.Through happy times and through storms, we will want so much to talk to her, be with her, or ask her for advice.. When those times arise, may we look to each other and find that part of her that she left in each of us.Until we meet again, Nana.“Goodnight.Sweet Dreams.We love you.” (written as a collaboration between her grandchildren, great grandchildren, and great-great Grandchildren) we love you! VISITATION: Wednesday, January 26, 2022 from 5-7:00 PM at Braman Mortuary (72 St. Chapel) GRAVESIDE SERVICE: Thursday, January 27, 2022 at 1:00 PM at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Braman Mortuary (72 St. Chapel) 1702 N. 72 St. Omaha, NE68114 402-391-2171