Barbara “Bobbi” Wenstad (70)
Barbara ‘Bobbi’ Wenstad
Barbara ‘Bobbi’ Wenstad, 59 of Pisek, ND passed away on April 15, 2011 at her home with her family by her side.
Bobbi was born on January 28, 1952 in Bottineau, ND the daughter of Oscar and Elberta (Andersen) Wenstad. Bobbi grew up on a farm and completed her senior year at Dunseith High School. She graduated from Lake Region Junior College in 1972 with a diploma in Practical Nursing. Bobbi moved to Beloit, WI in 1973 and worked in a hospital until her return to North Dakota in 1985. She worked at San Haven, ND from 85 to 86. It was during this time she met and married her soul mate Robert Day. They moved to Minto, ND in 1986 and were employed at Grafton Developmental Center. In 2009 they bought a house outside of Pisek.
Bobbi had so much talent, oil painting, leather work, wood work and her favorite was caring for less fortunate animals. Their house was never without animals of a wide variety.
Bobbi is survived by her husband: Robert Day, Pisek, ND; brothers: Arlan (Darlene), Lansford, ND, Don, Overly, ND and Curtis, Rolette, ND; sisters: Connie (Lawrence) Turner, Bossivain, Canada, Deborah Slyter, Dunseith, ND, Donna Wenstad, Amado, AZ and Pam Lane, Dunseith, ND; and many nieces and nephews. She is preceded in death by her parents.
Their will be a private family memorial service held at Rendahl Cemetery at a later Date.
Arrangements by Stennes Funeral Home, East Grand Forks, Minnesota.
As some of you probably know/remember, I was a schoolmate of Arlan, Donald and I believe Connie in early elementary school at Willow Lake School and years later was a classmate of Donald’s in High School. As is often the case as we age and get wrapped up in our own lives, I have lost contact with all of you over the years even though we are second cousins. Thus, I was not aware of Bobbie’s health issues. Again, my heartfelt condolences to all of you. Take comfort in the good memories you have of your sister, and let time help heal the pain of your loss.
Dunseith and wanted to know if anyone recognized this “yokel.” Karen
I am pretty sure I know who this is, but I will let others take a stab before I post my guess. Gary
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM or sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ..I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car?But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion.A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.
So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive.You care less about what other people think.I don’t question myself anymore.I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.
I like being old. It has set me free.I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have
been, or worrying about what will be.And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).