In loving memory of our dear father, Peter Naffziger, who passed away July 5, 1966, 54 years ago.

A father is someone who gives you his best 

and shares all his wisdom and skill. 

In everyone’s heart, there’s a place set apart 

that only a father can fill.

Sadly missed by Children and Grandchildren

In loving memory of our dear father, Alton White, who passed away 55 years ago June 14, 1965, and our dear mother, Irene White, who passed away 45 years ago July 10, 1975.

You filled our hears with happiness, 

And gave us all your love.

For all the years we shared with you,

We thank the Lord above.

Sadly missed by Roger and Diane White

Remembering my sweet mom, Gina Cramer, who passed away 22 years ago on June 18, 1998.

Although time has eased the initial shock, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think of her. She was the type of person who always had time to listen without judging. She loved her family and her home and grew the most beautiful flowers. I miss her so much.

Love you, Mom. Rest well.

Your loving daughter, Robin

March 20, 1925 – June 3, 2019

It’s really hard for us to believe, but it has now been a year.

We miss your always smiling face and wish you were still here.

God had a different plan as he needed you with him,

Your time with us came to an end which made our lives more dim.

You brought so much happiness and joy to those who knew you best,

After 94 years on this earth, now at peace you rest.

I hold you closely in my heart as the memories make me smile,

But often in those times I’ll shed a tear or two for a while.

All the phone calls and our visits have given me no regrets,

I was so blessed to call you Grandma, something I will never forget.

With love always-

Whit Wallace & family

Oct. 27, 1945 – May 28, 2019

In Loving Memory of our Dear Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother & Friend

As written by her grandson, Ben Rau

It’s amazing to see how many people my Grandma has touched throughout her life and how much of a bond we all have through her. You may have known her as Paula, Jean, Jeanne, Grandma, Aunt, Cousin, Sister, Mother, or Wife. You may have known her for a few weeks, a few months, a few years, a decade, or a lifetime. But no matter what name you knew her by, or how long you have known her, I can guarantee we all knew the same woman. My Grandma was as genuine as they come. She was the same person around anyone and everyone. What you saw is what you got, so if she was happy, you knew it. If she was sad, you knew it. If she was angry, you knew it. If she was not too fond of the corny joke or borderline inappropriate comment you made at the dinner table, you certainly knew it…Grandpa I’m looking at you with this one.

A few days before she passed, my Dad and I were at the Hospice care facility speaking with a physician in the family room. We got on the topic of how great and wonderful of a woman my Grandma was and my Dad stated that she was the least judgemental or manipulative person he’s ever known. He then proceeded to ask me if I had ever experienced Grandma pressuring me into anything in my life…I thought about it…and the only thing I could come up with was her telling me to eat more brownies simply because she didn’t want to deal with wrapping them up and putting them away. She was one of the most kind, loving and caring people in this world, all she wanted was for others to feel the best they could and be as happy as they could.

During Christmas time I always struggled to find a perfect gift for her. But deep down I knew the thing that would always make her smile was simply for me to be happy. This wound in our hearts may never fully heal, and whenever you feel the pain rising to the surface, remember that time she said something dumb or hilarious, remember the time she was there for you when you needed somebody to lean on, remember the time she gave you her all and expected nothing back. I feel I have not really said much in this short speech because it’s difficult for me to find the proper words to describe my Grandma. She was such an amazing woman to all of us, I simply cannot do her justice. So today, in honor of Paula Jeanne Rau, I’d like us all to give her one final gift and just be happy. Not to dwell on the loss of a wonderful human being, but to remember the memories we gained throughout a lifetime.

Sadly missed but always remembered with a smile. Much love from your entire family and friends as you rest in peace.

Joan C. Reed

August 7, 1931—May 13, 2004

If roses grow in heaven

If roses grow in heaven, Lord

Please pick a bunch for me.

Place them in my Mother’s arms

and tell her they’re from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek

and hold her for a while.

Because remembering her is easy,

I do it everyday,

But there is an ache within my heart

That will never go away.

With love from your family

In loving memory of Kurt Probst, our loving husband, step-dad, son, brother, uncle, step-grandpa, who joined the Lord one year ago, May 6, 2019.

Spring has come and so are all the memories of loving you. Our lives go on without you but nothing’s the same. We have to hide our heartaches when someone speaks your name. Sad are the hearts that love you, silent the tears that fall. Living our lives without you is the hardest part of all. You did so many things for us. Your heart was kind and true, and when we needed someone, we could always count on you. The special years will not return when we were all toghether, but with the love within our hearts a part of us went with you the day God took you home.

Greatly loved and missed by your loving wife, Helen; step-son, Thomas; mom and dad, Art and Carolyn; brother, Alan (Mercedes); niece, Mikayla; nephew, Austin; step-grandkids; Tianna, Franklin and Talia.

In loving memory of Benjamin Wall. Our loving husband, dad, grandpa and great-grandpa who joined the Lord nineteen years ago April 30, 2001. 

Spring has come and so are all the memories of loving you. Our lives go on without you but nothing’s the same. We have to hide our heartaches when someone speaks your name. Sad are the hearts that love you, silent the tears that fall. Living our lives without you is the hardest part of all. You did so many things for us. Your heart was kinda and true, and when we needed someone, we could always count on you. The specail years will not return when we were all toghether, but with the love within our hearts a part of us went with you the day God took you home.

Greatly loved and missed by your loving wife, Rosalyn; sons, Dennis (Cindy), Dean (Kristie); grandchildren, Cory (Mandy), Zachary (Angie), Molly (Matt), Emily (Marshall), Nate (Kalli); great-grandchildren, Megan, Cody, Allie, Abbie, Maddie (Alex), Izzy, Tristin, Ashley, Aubrey, Easton, Lilly, Landon Benjamin, and Caleb.

October 14, 1941 – March 20, 2018

Two years ago, a great lady that we love moved to a place where she is no longer in pain. We still love and miss her very much and pray for her.

Missing her every day – Her family

June 1939 – March 2000

There is a day that faces us all,

When we’ll leave this world and answer God’s call.

I will leave here on earth the ones that I love,

And go to be with our God in heaven above.

Your heart that is broken, for which I’ll pray,

Will join me in heaven some glorious day.

I gave you memeories of which to remember me by,

Some will make you laugh or smile and some even cry.

I hope that you smile, knowing heaven’s where I will be,

And someday when God calls, you’ll share a mansion with me.

So shed a tear but please move on,

If I’m in your heart, I’m not really gone.

So, don’t worry about me, I’m in God’s care,

We can talk any time, just put it in a prayer.

Be strong, go forward, put a smile on your face,

I lived a good life and I finished my race.

I’ll see you again, just as we have been told,

We’ll be together forever, on the streets of gold.

by Asher Wathan

The family of Kenneth Marvel