Yvonne Roehler

Yvonne Fetig Roehler, 61, passed from this world much too early on October 16th, 2025, after a 12 year long battle with stage 4 breast cancer. Yvonne was born to parent’s Wendelin and Albeana Fettig, on January 24th, 1964, in Harvey, North Dakota, where she grew up with her three sisters — Tammy, Karen, and Laurie. She attended Moorhead State University to achieve her B.A. in Marketing, and was a proud member of the Gamma Phi Beta Sorority. After college, she moved to Phoenix, Arizona, where she met her husband, Byrch Roehler. They married in the wilderness of Sedona, AZ, on March 24, 1992, and went on to share 37 wondrous years together.

Yvonne was the mother of three sons — Wyatt, Ryan, and Monty — who she raised with her husband, Byrch, in Traverse City, Michigan. Family was the center of her world and she cherished her marriage and motherhood as life’s greatest gifts. The love she had for her family and friends was boundless, as she devoted much of her time to helping those she cared about, even when it wasn’t easy for her to do so.

Yvonne was a deeply artistic and driven person, who spent much of her professional career as a creative director. She started and ran her own freelance design firm, Roehler Solutions, as well as served as the creative director/graphic designer for Jenkins Group Publishing. While juggling full-time work and raising her children, Yvonne also achieved her Master’s in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix. In her free time, she was the author of the children’s book series, Doggy Barks, as well as a skilled painter and illustrator.

Yvonne was a multifaceted person, who explored many interests as a life-long learner and naturally curious person. She took great pleasure in understanding and connecting with the world around her, and always stopped to appreciate the little things. One of her top life mottos was “where there is a will, there is a way,” which she distinctly remembered adopting in the fifth grade. Yvonne was determined to achieve anything she put her mind to and there wasn’t a thing that could stand in her way.

Yvonne wanted to be celebrated as a wild prairie rose, the state flower of North Dakota, wild and free, delicate yet fierce. A resilient survivor that thrives in every environment and blooms anew every spring.

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

- Mary Elizabeth Frye