
Yvonne Roberts Memorial Fund
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This page has been put together to assist Kristin Roberts and Elias Moe in preparing for the sudden loss of their mother Yvonne Roberts to cancer.
Anyone who knew Yvonne can imagine her battle was fought with courage, humor and creativity. Her passion for nature, wellness, the earth, animals and life produced beautiful art that she loved to share with as many people as she could find.
She spent her days "barefoot in her garden wearing a tin foil hat" she would say grinning from ear to ear.
The donations raised through this page are to support her daughter as she begins the process of preparing for her memorial and cremation expenses.
All who had the opportunity to know her, know the special person she is, those of you who did not and want to help, we thank you greatly.
With a heavy heart, we share this with you.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
~Native American Prayer

Anyone who knew Yvonne can imagine her battle was fought with courage, humor and creativity. Her passion for nature, wellness, the earth, animals and life produced beautiful art that she loved to share with as many people as she could find.
She spent her days "barefoot in her garden wearing a tin foil hat" she would say grinning from ear to ear.
The donations raised through this page are to support her daughter as she begins the process of preparing for her memorial and cremation expenses.
All who had the opportunity to know her, know the special person she is, those of you who did not and want to help, we thank you greatly.
With a heavy heart, we share this with you.
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still - I do not sleep.
~Native American Prayer

Organizer
Amber Betteker
Organizer
Clinton, WA