Karen R. Ogle, age 84, of Monclova, passed away February 22, 2022 at St. Luke's Hospital. Karen was born July 22, 1937 in Toledo to Charles and Margaret (Langel) Wahl.
She was a graduate of Central Catholic High School. Karen worked many years as a corporate administrator and finished her career as a Lucas County 911 operator.
She was an avid Ohio State Buckeyes and Cleveland Browns fan. Karen enjoyed going to the movies and watching Lifetime. Her favorite series was the Walton's. She loved the spirit of Christmas and giving. She always went all out every year from decorating to making her own bows for gift wrapping. Karen enjoyed traveling but her favorite place to visit every year was Frankenmuth, MI. Karen had a fond love for coffee and passed that love for coffee down to her granddaughters. Most of all she treasured the time she spent with her family and friends. Karen will most be remembered for her unconditional love.
She is survived by her children, Annemarie (Randy) Reef, Julianne (Jack) Hayes, Robert (Ashley) Shively; grandchildren, Jennifer (Chad Herrig) Schultze, Kayla (Tyler Stehno) Hayes, Kelly (Dave) Thielen, Jayson "Tater" (Amanda) Reef; great-grandchildren, Dylan, Leah and Lacey Schultze, and Justin (Zoe) Thielen, Aleasha (Ryan) Fehler, Aubrey, Avery, and Aiden Reef; great-great-grandchildren, Walker, Rowan, and Louise "Lulu" Thielen, and Toby, Braylea, and Willow Fehler.
Karen was preceded in death by her parents.
The family will receive guests Monday, February 28, 2022 from 10:00 am - 12:00 pm at Newcomer Cremations, Funerals & Receptions - SW Chapel, 4752 Heatherdowns Blvd. (419-381-1900) where Funeral Services will begin Monday at 12:00 p.m. Burial will follow at Highland Memory Gardens, Waterville.
Memorial contributions may be made to the charity of the donor's choice in Karen's memory.
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Your Mother
is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space... not even death.