Winifred "Betty" Schade Foretich
Winifred Schade Foretich, 97, passed away on May 24, 2022. Born in Newport News, Betty was a lifelong Peninsula resident. After graduating from St. Vincent’s High School in Newport News, Betty started work at Newport News Shipyard. She left the Shipyard after she married Edward Foretich and raised four children. Betty enjoyed gardening, traveling with her husband, Edward, and spending time with her children and grandchildren.
Her husband, Edward passed away in 2006. She is survived by her four children: Pat Foretich and his wife, Leslie of Baltimore, Md., Michael Foretich of Arizona, Diane Gray and her husband, Joe of Newport News, Steven Foretich and his wife Joyce of Newport News, and her grandchildren, Ryan Foretich, Katy Foretich, and Christina Gray.
The family wishes to thank the James River Convalescent & Rehabilitation Center for their support and kindness. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the Multiple Sclerosis Society. Arrangements by Weymouth Funeral Home.
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When you were alive, your love for me and your belief in me were always felt wherever I was - in the city in the middle of the desert, at your yellow house in Hampton Roads Virginia surrounded by James River, York River, and Chesapeake Bay, or in other places in the world. Now, your yellow home is no more because you’re no longer here. Nonetheless, your love and belief continue to live on in my heart.
Every time I look at a picture of you, I can see your blue eyes twinkling and hear your Tidewater accent and deep hearty laughter. Then I smile from ear to ear. Wherever you are now, I hope there is music and joy and laughter and love.
I love you Grandmama. Thank you for being there for me over the years; it means so much to me.
Love and Hugs,
Katy, your granddaughter
by Rabbi Sylvan Kamens and Rabbi Jack Riemer
In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
we remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
we remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
we remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them.
So long as we live, they too shall live, for they are now a part of us,
As we remember them.
After a few minutes, I looked up at my Mom and she smiled at me. I smiled, then scooted off the bed and ran off to do the important
things a five year old does.
Fifty years later, I would remind my Mom of that day, but she didn't remember. "Honey, you have to remember for both of us".
I did, Mom. I did.
Vaya con Dios, Mom.
Godspeed.
Love, Mike
I was five years old and my brother, Steven, was three months old.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, Mom cradled Steven in her arms, cooing to him, kissing his face and making him smile.
I stood in the doorway, just a few feet away, and wondered if my mother still loved me.
My mother looked up and saw my face. As mothers often do, she handled the needs of two children at the same time.
She beckoned me to sit next to her, "I need a hug from you. Will you give your momma a hug.".
I nodded my head and went over to sit next to her. She pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.
I put both of my little boy arms around her and hugged her tight.
She started to hum a tune and gently swayed us from side to side. I heard her kiss my brother Steven, then she would kiss the top of my head.