- Date Of Birth: April 26, 1967
- Date Of Death: December 1, 2021
- State: West Virginia
Rhonda Wolfe Sypolt, 54, of Rowlesburg died Wednesday, December 1, 2021 at Mon General Hospital after a several week battle with respiratory issues following COVID. God, her family, her colleagues, and everyone who knew her knows she wouldn’t go easy, she didn’t know how. It took the Lord six days to create the Heavens and Earth; it took him longer to convince her it was her time. Rhonda allowed her faith, values, and exceptional character to chart her course through every facet of life. This path was endlessly filled with all things shiny, glittery, and sparkly, and would have involved as many stops as needed for family, friends, adventures, and of course stops to shop. She believed strangers were just friends she had not yet met and doing what was right, even when it was not popular.
She was born April 26, 1967, in Morgantown, a daughter of Flora Kelsi (Jones) Wolfe of Hundred and the late Boyd Grealy Wolfe.
Rhonda was first and foremost a loving wife, mother, grandmother, and sister. She had worked as a stay at home mom, beautician, home interior consultant, and then worked at Bruceton Bank, deputy clerk at Preston County Magistrate Court, secretary and payroll supervisor for Preston County Schools, and until her passing, Magistrate for Preston County.
She is survived by her husband of 36 years, Gregory Sypolt; her sons, Nathan Sypolt and wife, Megan and daughters Alyssa, Adelyn, and Aubrey of Thornton, and Nicholas Sypolt of Philippi; three brothers, Robert (Bob) Wolfe of Spraggs, PA, Richard (Rick) Wolfe of Wadestown and Boyd (Keith) Wolfe of Hundred; her sister, Yvonne Vinson of Fulton, MD; and her mother Flora K. Wolfe of Hundred.
All of us will remember her in different instances, for some it will be when something shiny flashes past, anytime we see a smile larger than life itself, while trying to cram those last few items in the vehicle for vacation or heading home from a shopping trip, while seemingly attempting to move an immovable object, a gentle tug on the ear (specifically her sons – and maybe not so gentle), every time you open the closet to an avalanche of shoes, purses, and clothing, anytime you get your own personal delivery truck. Rhonda would want us all to remember in her passing to enjoy the life we have, help anyone who crosses our path, Sundays should be time for God and family, to sparkle and smile, and to take every opportunity to hug your loved ones, because you never know when it will be your time to be called home.
