HELLO GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN


I seem to be checking in more often these days with gentle reminders. You will have noticed another new arrival last week when Roberta Gullick joined your flock of angels. She preferred to be called Birdie. We were all lucky she stayed here for 93 good years. But she got a little tired at the end and just lay down and went to sleep. She was always good at making decisions.

She was Dr. Advice’s big sister, and the advice gene ran in the family. She may find better ways to handle things up there, and she was more often right than wrong so you can take it under advisement.


“She hated to have her picture taken so this is the best I can do. This is her brother with her, but he is NOT coming yet.

If you can fix her up with a bridge group, she would sure appreciate it. It has been awhile since she could see the cards. Her eyesight has been failing for awhile which took away her pleasure in watching the college football games on TV as well. She wasn’t hot on the pro games but she did love the college ones, especially her beloved Cal Berkeley.

She found a real fit while at Cal during the War when they started the Cadet Nurse program. She looked real smart in her uniform and later in the white uniform and cap of a registered nurse. Later on, she also did some nursing after her family arrived.

She left a great family down her which she started with a perfect husband for her. I don’t know how you managed to get them together but it surely worked out well.

She was pretty shy and quiet, but still managed to involve herself in her kids activities and in the community, including the successful Halloween Ghost House here. It took awhile for her to make friends, but when she did, she was a good one.

She took swimming lessons as a girl, but was afraid of water. But she made sure her kids learned to swim and they all swim well.

She got interested in sports as a girl when her father took her to baseball games in Oakland. She rowed as part of a crew when she was in junior high, later she played tennis until an accident on the court finished that.

She was not one for “show”, choosing to stay in the background more often than not. She had her own ideas and wasn’t shy about sharing them whether you wanted to hear them or not. Her daughter in law would sometimes say softly “Now Roberta”. Maybe we all need such a reminder.

I first met her when I was sixteen years old, and wasn’t sure what she felt about me at that time. If you had asked me I would have thought she thought very little. As I began thinking more about others than myself, I realized that some people have trouble sharing their feelings. Why is that God?

She was my “sister” for nearly 72 years and I will surely miss her, so be sure to take good care of her God. Have a chat now and then, you will like her. She likes a vodka tonic in the evening.

Author: kaytisweetlandrasmussen83

I am a retired fine arts teacher, sculptor/painter, writer, and a native Californian. I love my family,dogs, horses, movies, reading and music, probably in that order. I have been married forever to a very nice man who is nice to old ladies, dogs and children.

19 thoughts on “HELLO GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN”

  1. So sorry for your loss. You’ve given Roberta a nice tribute here. Sounds like she was a wonderful woman. I’m sure she had quite the tales to tell about her nursing days.

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  2. Kayti, you are such a dear. i wish you were my sister-in-law, too. I lost my only sister-in-law just two years into my marriage and she was a real soulmate. Being an only child, I was looking forward to a long, loving relationship with this new sister, but it was not to be…I still miss her after 34 years. I am so sorry for your loss…hug your hubby!

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    1. I am an only child too so it was nice to have someone to call sister. I’m so sorry you lost your sister so early. The loss never goes away does it? It is amazing how our hearts can hold so many memories as we get older. Nice to think of the good times though.

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  3. Dear auntie as I am sitting here listening to Frank Sinatra I can’t but think of all the fun you had with Mom and dad over all those years, from the Russian river to raising your families together in Fremont. I only hope I can continue that degree of FAMILY with my children. I love what you all created. GOD has truly blessed us all.

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    1. Of course, Chris did not divulge that when growing up on Mayfield Drive, we used to play strip poker at HIS house. Where was Roberta then???

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  4. That is the human condition: to love that which must die. And grief comes more and more often as we grow older. A beautiful tribute to your “sister” and friend.

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  5. Lovely remembrance of Roberta, whom we called Birdie. She was a character. One memory I have is all of the cold cereal she bought for her kids. They would come home from school, get a bowl, pour cold cereal in and add milk. My mom made us hot cereal and told us cold cereal had too much sugar. Can you believe it?

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  6. What a loving tribute. It’s true that the losses accumulate as we age, but so do the memories. Mary Oliver, in her poem “Blackwater Woods” puts into words what we all know, but badly express:

    …To live in this world

    you must be able
    to do three things:
    to love what is mortal;
    to hold it

    against your bones knowing
    your own life depends on it;
    and, when the time comes to let it
    go,
    to let it go.

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  7. Dear Aunt Kayti, I love this picture! Every time I think of you, my imagination runs to the art work I have seen and the experiences you have had that I know about. You’re one of my favorite people. Bear

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