Roberta A. Velie
January 9, 1938 – March 2, 2018
Roberta Ann (Seddon) Velie Roberta Velie died suddenly at her home in Orleans on Friday, March 2. Roberta was born on January 9, 1938 in Adams, MA to Frederick and Edith Seddon. Roberta graduated from Adams Memorial High School in 1955 and from Hartford Hospital School of Nursing in Hartford, Connecticut, receiving a diploma as a registered nurse in 1958. She then served as a registered nurse at the Hartford Hospital, at New England Deaconess Hospital in Boston, at Maine Medical Center in Portland, ME, and at Rock Harbor Health in Orleans. Roberta married William Velie in 1960. In addition to her husband she is survived by her three adult children; Ellen, Stephen and Douglas, his wife Paige and three granddaughters; Melissa, Allison, and Lauren. Bill and Roberta moved from Windsor, Connecticut to become resident members of the Community of Jesus in Orleans in 1978. Roberta was active in theater, was an accomplished seamstress and had a great love of children. “Aunt Roberta” has cared for more than one generation of little ones and will be missed by them all. The funeral service will be held on Wednesday at 11 AM at the Church of the Transfiguration at the Community of Jesus at Rock Harbor. In lieu of flowers, donations may be given in Roberta’s name to: Arts Empowering Life. https://ael.thankyou4caring.org/Arts-Empowering-Life
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Hi grandma, I love you.
You're rad, and soft, and small, and sweet.
You taught me how to sew, and helped me create my 'big red dog' with mismatched button eyes haphazardly sewed on.
You introduced my sisters and me to the strange world of Betty Boop cartoons; the trippy adventures we insisted upon each time we visited.
You take my sisters and me out for back to school shopping every year no matter our needs or schedules.
We would walk around the giant prickly tree in your yard and marvel at its magnitude.
Inside of your home was where I learned my love of gardening and nurturing, and where I learned edible flowers aren't as sweet as they should be, but peanut butter and fluff sandwiches definitely are.
The Lost Dog is our place to eat, and when we leave, we know that soon we could spread out our new goods and organize, and compare, and show you what you have just bought us in great detail.
You accept my dry humor even though you don't understand why I laughed.
You go through every crazy hairstyle and music taste and fashion trend I explore with dignity laced with graceful confusion.
You laugh with me in odd moments.
You congratulate me through each and every one of my achievements I share with you.
Because of you I carry compassion and curiosity in my heart.
And you died last week.
You never forgot to leave with an 'I love you'.
And I love you.
I love you forever and ever and ever.