Wendy Jane Walker

1965 - 2020

BORN

1965

DIED

2020

Wendy Walker Obituary

Wendy Jane Walker

On October 13th, 2020, Wendy Jane Walker began her eternal life at age 54. Born November 23rd, 1965 in Eustis, Florida. Mother of Kearra and Ryan Wieting. Celebrated, adored, and dearly missed by countless relatives and friends. Found purpose as a dietary aide in nursing homes, raising her children, and inspiring people. Her sense of humor, classic beauty, and big hugs are fondly remembered. Though she physically departed this plane of existence, she lives on in heaven and our hearts. Memorial will be held at Carver's Gap in North Carolina on June 25th, 2021. Call 414-388-6117 for more info.

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Published by Milwaukee Journal Sentinel from Nov. 2, 2020 to May 8, 2021.

Memories and Condolences
for Wendy Walker

11 Entries

Kearra

May 12, 2024

Happy Mother's Day, mama. Missing you fiercely. I thought time would help, but now I'm not so sure. Wish I could take you out today and spend time with you. Would do anything for one last conversation. I woke up this morning and my heart ached for you. I can't wait to talk to you again one day. I can't wait to be reunited with you. I just wish it hadn't ended so soon. I wish we would've had the normal amount of time to be together. You're missing everything, and it hurts. Nothing feels right without you. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I love you mama. I love you so much.

Kearra

November 23, 2022

Happy 57th birthday, mama! I wish we were celebrating today and preparing a Thanksgiving feast later on. Maybe we'd go out and catch some Black Friday deals, just for the heck of it. I am inundated with memories of the life we had well before I was an adult. Nobody seems to understand the pain I carry in my heart over you. I don't think anybody should feel this alone. Nobody else cared but you, and it's hard to bear that realization at such an early point in my life.

Anybody who reads this should know that people like my mother rarely exist anymore. She was a beacon, a vestige of a time when people cared about each other. I try to find slivers and reminders of you in every person I meet. I would do anything to hear your laugh, to hear you call me "Keke", to kiss your forehead one more time.

Rest in peace, mama. I will never stop telling the world how much I love and miss you. It's not fair that you were taken from us. I don't know what to do without you anymore, but I stick around because I want to make you proud. I hope I can fulfill my potential, and when I see you again we will have so much to share.

I miss you mama. I hope you can feel my love for you. I think about you all of the time. I promise to share your radiance with the world, so nobody forgets about you. I won't let that happen. You have my word.

Kearra

October 13, 2022

Missing you dearly today on the second anniversary of your passing. Mama, I lost everything after you left. I know it wasn´t supposed to be like this. We had so much left to experience and accomplish together. No matter how much time passes, the pain never ceases. I announce out loud how much I miss you every day. My heart and lungs feel so heavy. I didn´t think I´d be completely alone after you left. But here I am, cherishing the memories I still have with you.

How do I explain to people how funny and sweet you are? How you helped everyone around you, even if they had been bullies themselves. Nobody contained as much love within them as you. Your smile was infectious. You never could be brought down. I miss having someone to call whenever I need to, someone who cares about the mundane little things in my life. You were so special, they don´t make people like you anymore.

If I can be half the woman you were, I´ll be somewhat accomplished. But I doubt I can. You possessed a refined strength, your beauty shone through incessantly, you could never be broken down.

I love and miss you profoundly. I´m searching for you in every person I come across, but you´re not there. Nobody even comes close.

Kearra

November 23, 2021

Happy birthday mama! You would have been 56 today. This is one of the hardest weeks in the entire year to get through. I still miss you so much, and I feel really alone without you. I never thought I would lose you so soon.

I find myself fantasizing about what we would be doing together if you were still here. I wish I could make you a nice dinner for your birthday, and take you out for a drink and some fun afterwards. I wish I could throw you a surprise party, and see your smile again. It seems so unfair to me that you are gone. You had dreams, a life to live, more to see still--you deserved so much more, and I hoped to still have time to give it to you.

I seriously hope I can see you again one day. It's the only thing I hold on to that enables me to feel some optimism about the future. When I dream about you, it feels as though you are attempting to comfort me. I still feel you right beside me, in my life. I just hate that I cannot hear your voice or feel your warm hands and arms wrapped around me.

When I cook the stuffing on Thanksgiving, I will remember how much you loved it. I will remember all of the fond memories we created together over the holidays. I will miss you more than ever before, and I will never stop missing you. I just can't.

Kearra Weiting

July 18, 2021

Still thinking of you every single day. I hoped the pain would subside a little bit by now, but I honestly believe it has become worse. I don't know how to live without you. Every day, I find more things that I wish I would have said or asked you. How do I go on living without you, when you should still be here? I am not entirely sure how to survive, I just take it one day at a time. I cannot wait to catch up with you one day. So much has already happened, and you would be so proud. It just hurts that I cannot enjoy these moments with you. I wish I could have had the adult relationship that we were beginning to form for longer than we did. It just isn't fair, and I feel so sick without you. I hope and pray that I get to see you one day. I love when you visit my dreams. I will never be the same without you. A part of me is just dead, and it won't be coming back. I am trying to learn how to live without that now, but I mostly just wish that you were still here. You deserved so much more out of life, and I wish I could have given it to you. Every day, my heart aches for you. God, please take good care of my mommy until I am reunited with her.

Ryan Wieting

December 17, 2020

I love you mom.... I always will you were my back bone when I needed you. You helped me and guided me through many difficult times. I´m sorry I wasn´t always there when you needed me the most. I´m happy you no longer have to suffer, I´m happy that your beautiful smile will never have to frown again. I have big news for you, I´m
Getting deployed in may I´ll be gone for 4 years for my first contract. Yeah I enlisted in the Navy, I know you would say that´s crazy but you´d also tell me how proud you are if me and just always uplift me. I can´t wait to see you again. I love you and I will always do my best to provide my future family with the best life, the life you always wanted to give us. I love you and will always love you.

Kearra

November 26, 2020

These are the first holidays I will ever spend without you. We had so many plans for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I remember texting you at the end of last year to make plans for the 2020 holidays. Wish you were here with me so we could have made our plans a reality.

I always could count on your warmth and joy, your hugs and kisses. It's weird to think I will never be able to embrace you in this lifetime again. I hope you can feel my love for you in Heaven. I hope you can hear me when I talk to you. I miss you tremendously, sometimes I can hardly believe you are actually gone. My heart is broken without you. I miss you mama, and I wish you could come back.

Denise Turk

November 24, 2020

Ryan, not a day goes by without me thinking about you and praying for you and your Mother. It hurts me so much to have learned your Mother passed. I wish we could have been there for you and for her. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to meet her but knew she struggled in health for a while and knew how deeply you loved her. I am so very sorry to hear about your loss. I pray she is now at peace. I pray for your healing during this extremely difficult time. Please remember I love you and am always here for you. With deepest sympathy, Denise Turk

Kearra

November 23, 2020

Happy Birthday, mama! You would have turned 55 today. You wanted to take me to the casino with you and spend our early morning having a blast at the slot machines. I wish you would have made it. This time last year, I called you at midnight in order to wish you a happy birthday. We sang together, and you told me how cancer woke you up in many ways. You were so happy to make it to the age of 54, and I was so proud of you in return.
I would do anything for you to come back. I hope you're happy and safe. I hope you're enjoying your 55th birthday with Grandma Bertha and Uncle Carlos in Heaven. Until I see your beautiful smile again, know that I think about you every day. I wake up, and the first thing I remember is how much I miss you. I'm so glad I got to take care of you, honored that you let me protect you during that sacred moment in time. I wish I could tell you how well I've done this semester. I wish I could hold your hand. I miss your kisses. I miss hearing you call me Keke.

My heart has such a huge hole in it without you. I will do my best to carry on and make you proud.

Kearra

November 21, 2020

I miss you so much mama. I cannot wait to be in Heaven with you one day. In the meantime, I will do everything I can to make you proud. I just wish we could have had more time together. You left too soon. You weren't supposed to, but it wasn't in your control.

Remembering your laughter keeps me grounded. I can still hear you saying my name. I still wish I could hear you say it one more time.

Kearra

November 7, 2020

This is an essay I wrote about my mother before she passed away. I wrote this while in her bedroom, as she watched her favorite television. In that moment, I was able to be her little girl again. I will miss that moment forever. I want to share these words with anyone who might wind up here:

My mother Wendy nurtured my curiosity and weirdness without judgment, embodies the spirit of the motherly figure for those who are without it, and possesses unparalleled persistence. For these reasons, she is the person I admire the most. She’s had the most direct impact upon my life and I doubt I would be the well-rounded individual I am today without her influence. In the face of every struggle, her unwavering commitment to keeping her head up remains. We’ve experienced our fair share of moments of triumph together as well. I feel very blessed to have been raised by her, and she continues to inspire me and catch me when I fall to this very day.

I began reading the newspaper with my mother at the age of 3, and literature quickly became my best friend in the absence of any human ones. By the age of 10, I began borrowing books from the library like Helter Skelter: The True Story of The Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi. I’d spend time on the family computer researching cults like Heaven’s Gate and The Family International, absorbing the contents of a completely different world I hadn’t ever encountered before. I imagine that most parents would be completely freaked out to discover their child exploring this kind of subject matter, believing that their impressionable mind might end up subscribing to these alternate belief systems. My mother knew I was just naturally curious and wanted to peer into different reality tunnels as an observer, not a follower. As I grew older and began dyeing my hair blue and wearing alternative and goth fashions, my uncle would sigh in disbelief while my mother would take me school shopping to buy the very clothing that he believed was sinful to wear. My self-expression was never stifled, and I was free to evolve and come into my own as an autonomous person.

My mother is never afraid to strike up random conversations with anyone she meets while in public. I used to become pretty annoyed while waiting for her to finish buying groceries, watching her become distracted by whoever was standing behind her in line or the store clerk. When I began to realize how often those people would be smiling after mom graced them with her presence, my perspective changed and I started to embrace my mother’s openness towards other people. Those same people would end up seeing my mother out and about and they’d strike up a conversation with her, pouring out their hearts and souls while my mother listened intently. Even my school friends benefited from my mother’s tenderness and care. I remember playing outside with Kyle Burreson, and he ended up falling and scraping his forehead. He was too afraid to go home out of fear his father would get angry with him, so my mother brought him inside of our house. She cleaned and dressed the injury, offering soothing words to keep him calm while she tended to him. I still have friends to this very day that consider her a second mother to them.

Nothing has ever come to my family easily in this life. My mother worked hard, often worsening the condition of her scoliosis in order to make ends meet. She continued to toil this way until the end of 2017, when she was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer. For nearly 3 years, she attempted to conquer the cancer cells in her body with chemotherapy and radiation. She left her old life of never-ending labor behind and turned her focus towards healing and resting, trying to prolong her life for as much as possible. Now, she is in hospice and I am her caregiver. She no longer receives any treatment to combat the cancer, but she still tells me every day that she refuses to give up. I can’t help but believe her. Every time a nurse or doctor tells me that her health is declining, she bounces back and proves them wrong. They attempted to predict that she wouldn’t make it past the 13th of September, and when she woke up on that day she cried and laughed with me. We felt a little bitter, but we mostly felt the sweetness that comes along with knowing we still have more time to spend together.

I never got to know my father, he died shortly after I was born. My mom did everything she could to compensate for his loss, and I believe she succeeded in guiding me through this life without him. No matter how difficult life ever became for us, she managed to make me smile alongside her and remain hopeful for brighter days in the future. I wish I had more time with her, so she could see me after college and well into my career and the creation of my future family. Since that is not possible, I will do everything I can to honor her and help her see just how much I admire and treasure her. Whenever I find myself losing my resolve, I will channel her energy and strength in order to carry on. To be in the presence of a strong woman like my mother for 25 years is an honor and a blessing, and I’ll be unstoppable in this life because of her love.

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