Lifelong Christian, raised on rural farm in Indiana as a Lutheran, Spent most of life as a Baptist. Never lied or cursed in her life, never smoked or drank alcohol, spotless housekeeper, supurb cook. Hobbies: Gardening, Church Activities, crossword puzzles, crocheting, needlepoint, building birdhouses. Three Children: Bonnie Yvonne Knapp (Clayman) Born: April 8, 1951, Clifford Lee Clayman Born: Sept. 24th, 1953 on third anniversary. Duane Howard Clayman Born: March 8th, 1955. Married Jack Clayman on Sept. 24th, 1950, till his death 40 years later on March 5th, 1990. Roma's 2nd marriage. First Marriage in the 40's to J.C. Moyers of Chicago which lasted 7 years, three kids from that marriage, Diane Moyers (Simpson), Earl Moyers, Joseph (Buddy) Moyers. Roma's mother died in a car accident when she was 16, Leah (Foster) Whitacre. Father David Whitacre died in Sanitarium from Syphillis when she was 23. She and her younger siblings were shielded from the truth by her mother and her two older siblings, thinking their dad died from a stroke at the Sanitarium. The two older siblings may not have learned the truth till their mom died, adhering to her wishes. Had 4 siblings, Patricia Whitacre, the oldest, had taken over the family farm... died in motorcycle accident at the age of 27 with her long time fiance', sideswiped by a car on a country road, Devon Whitacre, who then inherited the family farm, sold it, and bought his own dairy farm nearby, died of Ahlzeimers, Wanda Whitacre (Shauver) died of Colon Cancer, Lee Whitacre died of pneumonia. My mom was the last Whitacre member left in her family. Roma suffered from Osterporosis from age 30 and had her thyroid Gland removed at age 20, had carpal tunnel syndrome, and late in life Parkinsons Disease. Died from complication of a stroke, Life Support removed, on her 81st Birthday. Life Support removed against families wishes, carried out in secret by oldest granddaughter who was acting Power of Attorney in my absense, since I lived 700 miles away. Set up that way in case of an emergency. Wendy Clayman (MacDonald). My mom was never in coma or terminal or suffering. Still alert and responsive. Wendy's father, Cliff Clayman Sr., Roma's son, disowned her and pressured his daughter into pressuring the doctor. A vindictive, hateful man. Very controlling. Roma was the best mother in the World, a decent human being, law-abiding, honest, cheerful, and a sweet personality, very unselfish and struggled and sacrificed alot. She is greatly missed by many. The most devout follower of God. The doctor sent me guardianship papers, which he and I signed, to protect my mom's rights, but Wendy pressured him before I could get up there, the doctor felt his hands were tied and couldn't or wouldn't stall my niece. My mom had told another doctor in writing, that she wanted everything done, that she wasn't ready to die. I can't even imagine the fear and betrayal she felt. My youngest brother Duane visited her daily, keeping me updated, he lived near the long-term hospital. I called weekly and spoke with the doctor and nurses. My youngest brother had a paralyzed arm and on disability, from a diabetic stroke and lived with my mom, holding down the fort, always expecting her to come home again. He was very devoted. He brought her flowers and pictures of their two cats, she loved cats. The day she was deliberately killed, Duane wasn't even told, so it couldn't be stopped. He walked in on the process, ran to her side, she squeezed his hand and had tears in her eyes. Wendy and her husband was in the background smirking, my other brother in the hallway, making sure the procedure was carried out, never entered the room or shed a tear, never made amends. At her funeral which we were there, my brother Cliff and his kids sat at the back of the Church, not with the rest of family, nor even acknowledged us. There was no excuses, apologies, or explanations, none cried or spoke on my mom's behalf, only me and my two sons. Cliff took his two young grandsons up to her casket, grinning, saying she was asleep, and how nice she looked sleeping. I was devastated with grief, only my sons and younger brother comforted me and spoke to me. My mom was my best friend, we stayed in touch weekly. I miss her more than words alone can express, I always will. I'll go to my grave missing her. A year after her death, my younger brother at 48 suddenly and tragically died, probably from a broken heart, he never recovered from the loss of our mother, though me and him stayed in touch almost weekly, he never let on he was suffering. He didn't die from any diabeti's complication, though an autopsy showed advanced heart disease due to diabeti's. Cause of death? A ruptured ulcer, an ulcer the size of a fist, with a quarter-size hole. He died alone, in excruciating pain, according to the Coroner. He was found a week after he died, by a concerned neighbor, collapsed in his home, with one of his beloved cats on top of him, protecting his body. The Coroner located my brother Cliff first, who lived 40 miles away from there. He told the Coroner he wanted nothing to do with the remains or police and hung up on the coroner, not even mentioning he had a sister. They went down a list of names, found his daughters name, she gave them my name and phone number and abruptly hung up. I had to make quick arrangements to go there and handle things, no time to grieve...again. I haven't spoke to Cliff or his cold-hearted kin since. Nor I think I ever will, which is heartbreaking for me, he's all I have left. But I doubt he care's. In May of 2007 I tried contacting my living brother at his new address to bury the past and make amends, reaching out, in memory of my beloved mom, she'd have wanted that. As expected, he never responded.