Elizabeth R Weldon

Elizabeth Rebecca Damewood Weldon “Becky" was born November 3, 1954. Becky lived a life full of contradictions in the most beautiful way. She was complicated and simple. Strong willed and deeply tender. Intuitive and opinionated. And, once you earned your place in her heart, you were there for life.

She was born in San Diego, California and preceded in death by her parents Larry Glenn Damewood and Shirley Ann Damewood. Becky was the oldest of three children.

She is survived by her loyal, faithful, supportive and loving husband of 43 years, Peter J. Blatner. Her birth daughter Alisa Weldon (partner Cindy Gracely) her bonus children, Sean Blatner (wife Marisa Blatner) and Heather Kramer (partner Russ Miller), whom she loved fiercely and equally. She cherished her five grandchildren: Jack Kramer, Matt Kramer, Alee Blatner, Riley Kramer, and Sean Blatner II, who brought her endless pride and joy.

She once dreamed of becoming a nurse, but life carried her into another calling: working at Social Security, NASA, and for the Coast Guard as a documentation officer for 19 years, finally finishing her career at the Houston Safety Council. She knew Bible verses by heart, sang hymns often, and believed deeply that if you had faith, the rest of life’s surface level concerns simply did not matter. She loved country music, especially “Go Rest High on That Mountain” by Vince Gill, the meaning behind “Love Can Build a Bridge” by The Judds, and adored The Monkees. She had a lifelong soft spot for Davy Jones and even led a fan club for some time. She truly was a “Believer”. Becky found joy in simple pleasures. Propagating and growing Christmas cactuses. Feeding hummingbirds, planting flowers, watching butterflies, kissing her puppy Sawyer on the lips and even bathing her kitty cat, Coal Ball with an ice cube and water. She loved a Pepsi wrapped in a paper towel filled with crushed ice., Schlotzsky’s sandwich, a chef salad, coupons, Kohl’s points, dollar store treasures, and the thrill of a good return policy. She loved Stephen King novels, Reader’s Digest, AARP magazines, Lifetime movies, horror flicks, and the TLC channel. She loved Easter holiday and a good joke, especially on April Fool’s Day.

And fittingly, perhaps the biggest joke she ever played on all of us happened after her devastating seizure on April 1st. After being prepared to say goodbye, only Becky begin talking hours later, stunning everyone in the room. That was who she was, resilient beyond explanation. After suffering a stroke, then later a severe fall and seizure, Becky endured more physical hardship than most people could imagine. Yet somehow, through overwhelming odds, she relearned how to walk and continued to fight with miraculous perseverance. Even after losing much of her speech, when music played, she would mouth every word to the songs she loved.

She took pride in everything. She could teach you a hundred ways to clean a house, wash laundry, save money, or stretch a dollar. She was intelligent (we all agree she should have been a lawyer) and could hold conversations on nearly any subject. She sensed truth quickly, felt energy deeply, and carried wisdom that often lived quietly beneath the surface.

Becky loved home most of all. She loved hearing about other people’s adventures while staying cozy in an oversized T shirt and pajama pants with Crocs lined with comfy inserts. She stock piled toilet paper for a year ahead, occasionally “borrowed” hotel towels (for the strays that needed warmth) and stopped conversations when a dog walked by. And, she always had a candy jar filled for visitors. She did everything she could to save a dollar and leave something for her children. She often said that if she had a million dollars, she would give it to St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.

In her final months, Becky was lovingly surrounded around the clock by her family and devoted caregivers, Pam and Ashley, whose extraordinary compassion, care, and unwavering presence brought comfort and love each day.

Becky, “Go Rest High on That Mountain” and rest in God’s hands, for He received you during one of our biggest thunderstorms in the early morning hours of May 23rd, 2026.

In lieu of gifts, please honor her name with a donation to St. Jude's (see link below) or pick up a stray animal and take it home!