NEWARK, DE – Betty Jean Alexander Asti of Newark, DE, passed from this life to glory with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on August 14, 2014 at the age of 86. She was born to the late Haven and Anna Alexander on June 12, 1928 in Wilkinsburg, Pennsylvania. Betty attended Penn High in Pittsburgh, PA, graduating in 1946. She then attended business school at what is now Robert Morris University graduating in 1947, after which she began a short career working for the American Can Company in Pittsburgh. In 1951 she married her high school sweetheart, Raymond Anthony Asti, and left her career to start a family. Betty was a devoted wife and mother whose greatest legacy is her un-yielding faith and her children. Aside from her family, her greatest joys were her trips to the beach, the western US, and trips to Europe with her husband Ray. Surviving are her children, Alexa Bates (Robert) of Lugoff, SC, Raymond Asti (Valerie) of Newark, DE, Carl Asti (Nancy) of Fair Hill, MD, Anthony Asti (Valerie) of Dover, DE; 11 grandchildren; 7 great-grandchildren; and a sister, Ann Eicheldinger (Clement) of Murrysville, PA. A memorial service will be held at a later date. A private burial will be held in New Hanover Lutheran Church Cemetery, Gilbertsville, PA, where after being apart for 29 years, Betty will be reunited with her beloved soul mate, Ray. In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to KershawHealth Hospice at 124 Battleship Rd, Camden, SC 29020. The family wishes to extend a heartfelt appreciation to Dr. Kearse and Dr. Hertzel, KershawHealth Hospice, and each and every member of the wonderful KershawHealth Hospital staff who cared for her through her final days. Because of Jesus... "Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains as it was. The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no sorrow in your tone. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again." ---- H. Holland