Roberta Walters
Roberta June Walyers was forn in Pratt, Kansas in 1943. She grew up on her family farm with parents Vernon and Maxine Tompkins and her older sisters, Patricil and Joyce. Believing she would marry a farmer and live her life on a farm, she would instead become a Navy wife. She married Darrell Gene Walters in 1962. After multiple deployments, domestic and abroad, and adopting two babies, Daniel Gene and Tricia Joy, Darrell retired from the Navy in 1978.
The couple settled down in San Diego County in 1981. She loved San Diego and vowed never to leave again. For the next 10 years she was a devoted wife and mother while singing with the Sweet Adelines, enjoying square dancing, creating floral arrangements, photo albums, and being the seamstress for the chorus.
She began her 9 to 5 career around 1989 in property management. It was perfect for smart, hardworking and selfless Roberta. She was never truly happy until she started at Rancho Calevero Mobilehome Park. She loved the job and making lasting relationships with so many--hosting poker and Bunco, as well as numerous events at the park.
In her final years she traveled the world with her beloved Darrell and later, after his passing, with her friends Margie Jacobson and Judy Johnston.
Roberta was a mother hen to all and was always available for a hug, a supportive ear and a helping hand. She will be remembered as a friendly, loyal, loving, helpful, humorous and active lady who would not let anyhthing hold her back.
Roberta is survived by her son Daniel, daughter Tricia, son-in-law Chris Turner, two grandchildren, Kayla and Kevin, one sister Joyce, numerous nieces and nephews and more friends than can be counted. She was preceded in death by Darrell in July, 2013 and preceded her sister Patricia in death by less than a month.
A Tea in celebration of her life was given on March 4th at the mobile home park. A group from Sweet Adelines sang Sweet Hour of Prayer, Every Woman and I'll be seeing you.
Those whom we love and lose are no longer where they were before. They are now...wherever we are -- St. John Crysostom