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Renee Ann Robertson
22 décembre , 1958 – 2 novembre , 2019
Renee Ann was born December 22, 1958 in San Bernardino California to Robert and Joyce Frederick
Renee is survived by her husband Richard, daughters Rochelle and Ashley, identical twin sister Renice and her brothers Ron and Bobby John
Renee is proceeded in death by her father Robert and mother Joyce
Children: Daughters: Rochelle and Ashley Robertson
Grandchildren: Nevaeh, Aaliyah, and Mason
- Funeral Service mardi, 19 novembre , 2019
- Committal Service mardi, 19 novembre , 2019
We are gathered here today in the memory of my mother, Renee Robertson, so that together we may acknowledge and share both our joy in the gift that her life was to us, and the pain that her passing brings. In sharing the joy and the pain together today, may we lessen the pain and remember more clearly the joy.
Renee was only 60 when she passed away unexpectedly on Saturday, November 2nd, in Hemet, Ca. It’s hard to say goodbye. We wish that we had more time, and perhaps that during the time we had we had spent more of it together. We wish that so much of her life had not been lost to her illness, that things could have been different for her, and for us. While we know that she is at peace and that her struggles are at an end, there is pain and sadness. But even though she is gone, she has left the legacy of her love and perseverance. The ways she touched our lives will remain, and I ask you to keep those memories alive by sharing them with me and with one another.
Renee loved to crochet and made beautiful things with her undeniable talent. She would help her twin sister with her beautiful things she would make as well. With a smile on her face, she would fix her goof ups. Their relationship was unexplainable/ unimaginable the love that they shared for one another. They were inseparable. We love you Auntie.
One of the most important things in Mom’s life was her family. She was the center that kept everything and everyone together. We hope that even though she's not physically here, that we still continue everything like it once was, because that's what she'd want us to do. My mother had a green thumb, could bring life to something that was lifeless, and she took great pride in her plants and flowers. Gardeners are special people. It takes patience and perseverance and a love for living things to grow a garden, a plant, or beautiful flower. Gardening is tedious and hard work, but there is something that gardeners know and experience that others sometimes do not. There is a beauty and a satisfaction in seeing the result of our labor grow and come to fruition. There is a peacefulness that can come over us as we care for and nurture the flowers and plants. In nurturing living things and helping to bring beauty and peace to the world, gardeners make a difference in the world and make their lives and the lives of those who see their gardens richer and fuller just like she has our family.