Ron Wakefield

ADRIAN- Ronald Wakefield, age 67, of Adrian, passed away on December 11, 2017, at his home under the loving care of his family and Hospice of Lenawee. He was born on September 26, 1950, in Ann Arbor, MI to Ray and Dorothy (Southworth) Wakefield.  Ron was a 1968 graduate of Adrian High School and a 1972 graduate of Eastern Michigan University.

On July 30, 1977, Ron married Joan Marie Curtis in Medina Park.  He was employed by Aget Manufacturing, retiring in 2015.

Ron enjoyed sailing, motorcycle riding, movies and was a meticulous handyman who loved the challenge of repairing and improving many different things. 

Surviving Ron is his wife Joan Wakefield of Adrian, his mother, Dorothy Wakefield, one son Nathan Wakefield and a daughter, Drew (Patrick) Soderborg.  Also surviving are two brothers, Brad Wakefield and Gary (Lauri) Wakefield, a sister Laurie (Dave) Reed and two grandchildren, Liam Soderborg and Elliott Soderborg.  Preceding him in death was his father, Ray Wakefield and a sister, Vicki Vogel.

Per Ron’s wishes, cremation has taken place and there will be no services.   You may send condolences to the family at www.andersonfuneralservices.com.  Memorial contributions may be made to Hospice of Lenawee or Hospice Heart and Endowment Fund.   Envelopes are available at the Anderson-Marry Funeral Home, Adrian. 

 

I am standing on a sea shore

A ship at my side spreads her white sails

To the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength,

And I stand and watch her until at length – she hangs

like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and

 sky come down to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, “There! She’s gone”.

Gone where?  Gone from my sight – that is all.  She is just as

 large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my

 side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the

 place of destination.  Her diminished size is in me, not in her;

and just at the moment when someone at my side says,

“There, She’s gone”, there are other eyes watching her coming,

 and other voices ready to take up the glad shout,

“There she comes!” And that is dying.