Papas neighbors wrote this, and Mary Mergen Koechner read it today. Not a dry eye in the house: Robin here it is. Let me know you got it. It was my privilege to do this for your family IN MEMORY OF LOU WERMERS Lou was like the mighty oak. He stood tall and proud, strong and simple. When the oak falls, great is the empty space it leaves, great is the loss, because it was so strong, so real and so important to each of us. We have lost our mighty oak. We honor his memory and celebrate his example of a life fully lived in simplicity, honor and strength. We first met Lou 11 years ago when we were looking for a lake house. We were standing on the deck when he came around the corner of the house. We told him we were admiring the view. He was so embarrassed because our view was of him barefoot and in his pajamas. He was 90 years old at the time. He never let us forget our first meeting. When we met Lou he became an instant friend. As new lake house owners, we didnt have a clue what to do or how to do it. He was always there to help us, or more often, do it for us. Our yard always looked great because he watered it for us and we often came to the lake to find he had also mowed it. He helped us repair things, dig out drains, and he even built us a swing. When we were getting ready to build a new deck, Danny was going to cut the old one down with a chainsaw. A few days later Lou called to say our deck was gone. He had single handedly taken the deck down board by board and hauled it away. He then used some of the good boards and replaced his swim dock. He was 95 at the time. I saw him climb on the roof several times to repair something. I am glad I was not there to see him when he climbed on the roof, in the middle of the night, with his water hose, to put out a chimney fire. That chimney fire was caused by the wood he continued to hand chop himself until he was about 99. He was always on hand to supervise any project in the neighborhood. More than a few times he showed up on our doorstep with soup, stew, pork chops, roast beef or pie he had made himself. He was a great cook. For all the things he did for us, he never wanted anything in return. We enjoyed taking boat rides with him and going to Red Fox Marina for fried chicken. The last time we went was in August. He wanted to go just one more time. He loved that fried chicken. Our best times were just sitting and talking with him. We always sat under his tree or on his swing because he had the best breeze in the neighborhood. We talked, discussed and argued. However, we seldom won an argument with Lou. Lou knew about, and had an opinion on everything. We discussed everything from his life and family in the early 1900s in South Dakota, to when he met and married Margie, his jobs and accomplishments thru the years. He talked a lot about Sharri, his grandchildren and great grandchildren. We cried with him when he lost his beloved wife, Margie. We cried again when he lost his dog, Mitzi. We discussed politics, religion, world news, current events, finance, Obama and of course, his beloved Cardinals. Anything we did with Lou had to be scheduled around the Cardinal games. We spent many an hour sitting on the dock with a pot of coffee and a plate of muffins just talking and watching the ever changing lake and wildlife. Lou told us many times he was right where he wanted to be and he said he never got tired of looking at, and being at the lake. He loved and appreciated all his neighbors who visited often and watched over him. He always said he had the best neighbors anyone could ever have. Lou told us many times he was ready to go home. On October 19th, 2013, after 101 years, God decided Lous work was done and took mercy on him. On the day his life was ending the rain was falling, bringing new life to the land and all living things. But perhaps the rain was tears of joy from heaven because Lou was home with Margie and God has just gained another angel. Even though Lou is not with us, he will live on forever. He lives on in Sharri Willers and his grandchildren and great grandchildren. His memory will be passed down for generations to come. Rest in peace Lou. You have had a life well lived and loved. You have earned your place in Heaven. Stacia Willers-Pusateri Mark A Willers
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 01:02:19 +0000
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