Regina Wren

Regina Wren, age 75, of Columbus, Ohio, passed away Tuesday, August 8, 2017 at The James Cancer Hospital in Columbus. Born in Stettin, Germany to the late Bruno and Margarete Lange, she moved to the United States in 1960. Regina is survived by her beloved husband of 56 years, Jim Wren, of Columbus, her children: Gary (Deborah) Wren of Columbus, Janice (Mark) Wellman of Kettering, OH, and Sandy (Mike Metz) Blanton of Columbus; her grandchildren: Nicholas (fiancé Carla Thomas) Wren, Matthew (fiancé Emily Erickson) Wren, Katherine Wren, Kyle (fiancé Katerina Smith) Willis, Sgt. Caleb (Kaitlin) Willis, USMC, Nathan Willis, Sarah (Brady) Miller; great-grandchildren: Landon Willis and Jameson Willis; sister Ingeborg (Gernot) Eisenhammer of Munich, Germany, niece Karin (Michael) Ax of Germany, nephew Thomas (Christa) Eisenhammer of Azmoor, Switzerland, and great-niece Linda Eisenhammer.
How can one personally sum up my mother’s amazing life all in one day. I will try my best to put words befitting of my mother on this paper. Our mother was a woman full of grace, and elegance. Don’t get me wrong she had her moments as any daughter, sister, wife, mother, and grandmother could, but at the end of the day she was at her most content when she knew all of her family was safe and sound, and above all happy, and healthy. Our mother was an adventurous soul as a child, and she never outgrew her love for nature...if there was a tree she would climb it...if there was a puddle of mud in an open field she would find it. She always said if she needed to find God all she had to do was take a walk in nature. Our mother often spoke of how as a child she would love to run through the wheat fields before they were to be plowed...she didn’t care how scratched up her legs got as long as she could run through the wheat. she would lay in the middle of the field, and stare up to the sky as the wind would cause the wheat to sway. Our mother was born in Germany, and she met the man of her dreams, our father Jim who was stationed in Germany. There are no words to describe their love story. I can only tell you that for me as a child growing up, and seeing my parents love for each other unfold...I could only tell myself...I sure hope that the story of my life should ever be so blessed to have a love like this. Our mother was like no other woman I have ever met, or will ever meet again. She was a talented artist who even made it to front page news for the paintings she did on duck eggs. Her house is where you can go to every room, and find oil paintings, water color paintings. Even out in the yard..if there was a piece of glass she would paint nature on it. She was also a talented writer, and so many found comfort reading about her childhood in her Book. She also loved playing her violin...it took me 3 months to convince her to let me do a photo shoot of her in an old abandoned farm house with her violin. I had the pleasure to listen to her play as her music echoed though that old house.  Our mother found peace playing in her fairy garden out in her backyard, and planting her flowers...there could never be enough flowers for my mother to love. She told me one day that when she was missing her mother that while she was messing with her fairies that a white feather came floating down beside her...from that day forward there were many times that I was with her, and out of nowhere a white feather would appear....we would smile and hug each other, and say Oma is with us mom...I know my mom is now happy being with her mother, and father, and so many others. My heart smiles just knowing... Our mother survived so many trials that were thrown her way...growing up in a war camp...finally meeting her father at age 4 because he was a prisoner of war...being hit by a car at age 14...and being in the Beverly Hills Super Club fire with our father My Hero for saving her life...so many things, and to have to watch her bravely fight for her life from cancer March 2016 to her passing on August 8th 2017.  Our mother always believed that in simple things, and that no matter how hard life is that there was always a way to work through it...never ever did she tell us to “get over it”, but rather to get through it, because there was always a way. In my heart we all knew that she knew she was running out of time, but God love our Mother for always being Mighty Mouse, and never giving up. I know just how much she loved our Father, and she tried her best to stay with us all, and Bless her heart for the fight she gave for the love of her family, but most of all for the love of her life Jim. We as his children could not be more proud of our father than we are right now...he never left our mothers side. There is no greater love that a man can show his wife, and that my father did. How our mother loved all of her Grandkids, and great grandkids...no greater gifts. To have met her was to love her... 

Private family services were held. In lieu of flowers, please consider a memorial contribution to: The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society of Central Ohio, 2215 Citygate Dr. Suite A, Columbus, OH 43219. www.lls.org.