Lieselotte Hildegard Scheuermann ✵ 1927-2015

Name at birth: Lieselotte Hildegard Scheuermann
Date of birth: September 20, 1927
Place of birth: Mannheim, Germany
Date of death: April 11, 2015
Place of death: Pascagoula, Mississippi
Resting place: Remains donated to University of Mississippi Medical Center
Submitted by: Albert Pettigrew

Lisa, a kind and gentle soul troubled by a storm within her heart, survived World War II in Germany immigrated to United States and was loved by many. She is forever missed.

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Chris Martin Buechler ✵ 1968-2022

Name at birth: Chris Martin Buechler
Date of birth: January 29, 1968
Place of birth: Marinette, Wisconsin
Date of death: February 20, 2022
Place of death: Fort Lauderdale, FL
Submitted by: Renee Buechler

The Journey

Take my hand and walk with me through the sands of time,

Hand in hand we take the steps to turn our pain benign.

With every grain beneath our feet rubbing away the old,

We walk the path through sand and strain to reach the isle of gold.

It is there we land, holding hand in hand, having trekked for miles,

Through grain of sand and forbidden land, we find the eternal nile,

To bathe in it and re-birth our love, in waters clear and true,

Rest, dear souls and weary feet, for we have walked the miles of woe,

To find ourselves, standing hand in hand, strongly against the tow,

Like a grain of sand, tumbled, forming the base of the land, we grow.

Take my hand and walk with me through the sands of time,

To destiny reached, upon this beach, and meant to last a lifetime.

written for my husband in 2021




Chris M. Buechler, 54, of Davie, Florida (hometown Green Bay, Wisconsin), passed away unexpectedly on February 20, 2022.

Chris was born in Marinette, Wisconsin living there and Green Bay, Wisconsin until young adulthood. He graduated from Southwest High School in Green Bay, Wisconsin and earned a master’s degree from Capella University in mental health counseling. In a celebration of love, Chris married Renee (Rauscher) Buechler (hometown Green Bay, Wisconsin) on February 11, 2021.

Chris was an artist, photographer, adventurer, and traveler having earned a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree from The Art Institute of Fort Lauderdale. He enjoyed epic adventures each year with his son, Landon, and wife, Renee, having seen places such as San Francisco, Gatlinburg, Key West, Tucson, Las Vegas, and many others. Friends and family enjoyed seeing his active life through his Facebook posts and took comfort in the encouragement and positivity he conveyed there. His love of life will be cherished and remembered by many of his family and friends.

Chris was survived by his wife, Renee (Rauscher) Buechler (Florida); his son, Landon Buechler (Florida); his parents, Don & DyAnn Buechler (South Carolina), his brother, Robbie Buechler (North Carolina), his niece, Savannah, his nephew, Luke, and Jennifer Pearl (Landon’s mother). He was preceded in death by his paternal and maternal grandparents.

A memorial service will be scheduled in the future. If you would like to be made aware of the memorial, please send an email to to be added to the notification list.

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Paul Whisted ✵ 1958-2021

Name at birth: Paul Joseph Whisted
Date of birth:  August 13, 1958
Place of birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Date of death: April 26, 2021
Place of death: Plymouth Meeting
Resting place: Lavalette
Submitted by: Erika Whisted

Cerebral, watchful and devoted to his children, Paul Joseph Whisted of Plymouth Meeting, PA, died on April 26, 2021. Husband to Erika Weinmann Whisted, father to Michael, Miles, Quinn and Rhys Whisted and to Dylan and Alex Schickling, and grandfather to Abigail and Miles Schickling. Paul wanted to be remembered for the love of his family and his music. Love you forever, love you with all my heart, love you when we were together, love you when we’re apart.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made in Paul’s memory to Fox Chase Cancer Center.













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Miles Paul Whisted ✵ 1997-1997 (Son)

Jane Jernigan Swope ✵ 1939-2018

Jane Jernigan Swope

Jane Jernigan Swope

Name at birth: Ina Jane Jernigan
Date of birth: December 9, 1939
Place of birth: Little Rock, Arkansas
Date of death: April 20, 2018
Place of death: Charles Town, West Virginia
Resting place: Forest Hills Memorial Park Alexander, Arkansas
Submitted by: Schay Swope


In Loving Memory

Ina Jane Jernigan Swope, aged 79, died on April 20, 2018 in Charles Town, WV.

She was born in Little Rock, AR and was the daughter of George Edgar Jernigan and Margaret Grey McCarty Jernigan. After graduating from high school, she attended and graduated from Williams Woods College.

She married Ernest Orland Swope, Jr. in Little Rock, AR. She later went on to the University of Arkansas at Little Rock and graduated with a BA in Social Sciences.

She was a published writer and a mother to many that she considered to be her children and family. She was a member of St. Marks Episcopal Church. She was also past president of the Arkansas Arabian Horse Club.

She was preceded in death by her husband Ernest Orland Swope, Jr. and brother Charles Jernigan. She is survived by her son, Jeffrey Orland Swope and her daughter M. Schay Swope.

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Ernest Orland Swope, Jr. (Husband)

John T. Hoffman, I. ✵ 1927-2019

Name at birth: John T. Hoffman
Date of birth: May 16, 1927
Place of birth: Kentucky
Date of death: April 1, 2019
Place of death: Phoenix, Arizona
Resting place:
Submitted by: Sterling Hoffman

John T. Hoffman, I. went to be with the Lord.

He is survived by his two children, two grandchildren, daughter-in-law, and two great-grandchildren.

John, or Poppy as he is sometimes called, served in the United States Navy.

He graduated from University of Louisville and real estate college.

He will be missed by his family.

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Faith Ruth Ditson ✵ 1935-2017

Faith Ruth Ditson

Faith Ruth Ditson

Name at birth:  Faith Ruth Weber
Date of birth:  March 4, 1935
Place of birth:  Berlin, Wisconsin
Date of death:  September 10, 2017
Place of death:  Cudahy, Wisconsin
Resting place:  Woodlawn Cemetery, Milwaukee, WI
Submitted by:  Lyman Ditson



Faith Ditson was born March 4, 1935 in Berlin, Wisconsin. She was the daughter of Erwin Peter Weber, M.D. and Laura Minna Augusta Rodencal. Faith is proceeded by her husband Lyman Alexander Ditson, son Peter Hugh Ditson, and grandson Johnny Ditson.

She is survived by her son Lyman Allen Ditson of Henderson, NV and her daughter Linda Louise Ditson of Milwaukee, WI. Faith is also survived by four grandchildren, Rachel Schultz, Sarah Ditson, and Cristal Poppy of Milwaukee and Jessie Spraberry of Houston, TX and great grandsons, Alexander Schultz, Jerod and Jacob Spraberry, and great granddaughter Joley Spraberry.

Faith was a long time employee of the Milwaukee Health Department and an employee of Firstar Bank. In her last years, she was well cared for by Sylvan Crossroads of Cudahy.

Faith was loved dearly by all who knew her. She always had a bright smile.

my face, my words, my funny way,
dear mom, please remember me,
a wobbly train through skies of grey,
a thousand miles of scenes to see,

smile my name, my hopeful plea,
grasp but a moment on this day,
my face, my words, my funny way,
dear mom, please remember me,

seeking with past times for a ray,
of discovered light to break free,
your eyes can’t place me, lost are they,
then a kind stranger, must I be,
my face, my words, my funny way,
dear mom, please remember me.

Please support the fight against Alzheimers and Dementia.

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Gordon Robert Olson ✵ 1959-2013

Gordon Robert OlsonGordon Robert Olson and Children

Name at birth: Gordon Robert Olson
Date of birth: August 18, 1959
Place of birth: Minneapolis, MN USA
Date of death: March 3, 2013
Place of death: University of Minnesota Hospital
Resting place: St. George’s Catholic Cemetery, Long Lake, Minnesota
Submitted by: Janel LaBoda



Our beloved Gordy went to be with the Lord on Sunday, March 3, 2013, surrounded by his loving wife, Janel LaBoda, and sister-in-law, Sylvia Pozarnsky. Gordy is survived by his wife; twin children, Scott and Sarah Olson LaBoda, age 10 at the time of Gordy’s passing (who fondly called him “Best Dad Ever,” “Gord Bob,” and “Fig”); mother, Marilyn Regan; brother, Jack; and many loving extended family members and friends. He was preceded in death by father, Budd, and sister, Allison.

Gordy was a devoted father, husband, son and brother and friend to all. He was kind and generous and had a wonderful sense of humor. He will be missed dearly. Gordy greatly enjoyed sports and outdoor activities including camping, canoeing, skiing, golf, hockey, tennis, soccer, roller blading, biking and scuba diving. He derived great pleasure from his time spent coaching Scott’s Wayzata squirt hockey team and thought very highly of the boys and other coaches. But above all else, he loved his family.

Gordy was employed as a Product Design Specialist at HRST Inc., a provider of heat recovery system technology. Prior to that, Gordy spent many years working for Deltak, where he made many friends. Gordy graduated from Park Center High School (1977) and Hennepin Technical College and attended North Hennepin Community College.  He is missed every day.Screen Shot 2015-07-03 at 15.17.38

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Bruce Warren Baker ✵ 1949-1998

Bruce Warren Baker

Name at birth: Bruce Warren Baker
Date of birth: June 2, 1949
Place of birth: Portland, Oregon, USA
Date of death: October 4, 1998
Place of death: Pleasant Hill, California, USA
Resting place: Cremated – ashes with family
Submitted by: MiMi Mijares


“His tongue was framed to music,
And his hand was armed with skill.
His face was the mould of beauty,
And his heart the throne of will.”

… by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bruce, my darling darling,

So much love – so little time.
The greatest maxim I can give is to make the most of the time you lived.
Our promise is forever and beyond, amen.

I love you.


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Miles Paul Whisted ✵ 1997-1997

Miles Paul Whisted

Name at birth: Miles Paul Whisted
Date of birth: February 11,1997
Place of birth: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Date of death: February 11, 1997
Place of death: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Place of burial: Holy Septlecure Cemetery,Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Submitted by: Erika Whisted (

I cry everyday for us. For you, because you will never share life with your family, those who love you so much already. For us, because we will never see your smile or feel your tiny arms holding us close. I ask God everyday why he needs you. Why you can’t grow up with your brothers who love and need you. Why your daddy has to feel such pain. I pray everyday that you already know how much you are loved. I pray that you can hear us talking to you inside me, that you can feel your daddy’s touch, Michael’s kisses, Alex’s hugs and Dylan’s head lying close to yours. I wish everyday that you were not so sick and you were coming home with us. Sometimes I wish that you could stay inside me forever, so that you could live and I could be with you, my son. I am afraid everyday that once you leave me the lonliness will be more than I can bear. I fear the emptiness inside without you there and without you in my arms. I hope everyday, Miles, that you will be in God’s arms. I hope you will hear our prayers for you and know that even though we only had a short time to be with you, you are our son, our love, our angel and you will be missed everyday. A part of your soul will live in each of our hearts where you will shine brightly forever. I know everyday that passes will be filled with memories of you. I know you will never know the sorrows of this world. You are loved.

Mommy, Daddy, Dylan, Alex and Micheal

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Paul Whisted ✵ 1958-2021 (Father)

Paul Joseph Silver ✵ 1965-2004

Paul Joseph Silver

Name at birth:  Paul Joseph Silver
Date of birth:  9 November 1965
Place of birth:  Red Bank, New Jersey
Date of death:  4 August 2004
Place of death:  Los Angeles, CA, USA
Resting place:  Sharon Gardens Cemetery, Valhalla, NY
Submitted by:  Ron Linder   (


Paul Silver

In Paul’s profession, one’s work is judged by how it isn’t noticed. It isn’t supposed to draw attention from a movie. Rather it adds another dimension to the movie, making an experience with depth, emotion, and context.

Paul was like the profession to which he devoted a portion of his life: Paul didn’t make himself the center of attention, but, when with you, he made you feel like an important part of the scene. A social gathering with Paul was, in many ways, like a “feel-good” movie, but real.

Paul had a kind-hearted, personal touch for people he came in contact with, that tended to quickly create a lasting bond. He had a quick wit, a warm smile, and a gentle laugh. Paul was friend and family. Some do not achieve both. For Paul, both were seemingly effortless.

We will keep our wonderful memories of Paul, because we have no others.

Rest in peace, Paul.

Kirk, Deb, Thane & Logan

A poem from Paul's journal:
 As I stand atop my mast
 Looking out across the sea
 I look aft and see the past
 so undisturbed and carefree
 Where no worries ever crossed my mind
 When I was pure as thy spirit, sporting no stains
 And now on this search I am sure to find
 My inner battle aggravating such pains
 My thoughts so many entwining the links
 of my confusion; its a knot in chains
 If I do not succeed I will slowly sink
 And give in to this great game
 My vessel on its unknown course
 The four winds as my guide
 Wherever thou takest me I'll show no remorse
 and with the fullest sincerity abide
 For I have no direction except yours
 My compass confused not able to decide
 Will thou ever let me convalesce these sores
 that have been inflicted upon my hide
 So I peer forward into the years
 The sun's glare in my eyes
 I see the tears of my fears
 Fall silently from the skies

On a Rosebush Full of Blooms

On a rosebush full of blooms, there is occasionally one rose more fragile than the rest. Nobody knows why. The rose receives the same amount of water and of food from the earth; of clipping and tending and gentle encouragement from the gardener. Its time on earth is neither more nor less significant than that of the other blooms alongside. Its stresses are neither greater nor fewer. Its promises of development are just as rich. In other words, it has all the necessary components to become what it is intended to be; a beautiful flower, fully open, spreading its fragrance and color for the whole world to see and enjoy. But for some inexplicable reason, once in a while a single rose doesn’t reach maturity. It’s not the gardener’s fault; It’s not the fault of the earth, nor of the rain, nor the sun. But neither is it the fault of the rose. For some roses, even the touch of the gentle spring rains leaves bruises on the petals. The sun’s rays-so soft and warm to some flowers-feel searing to others. Some roses thrive while the fragile ones feel buffeted by inner and outer ghost winds. So it is that sometimes, despite the best growing conditions, and best efforts of the gardener, and the best possibilities and predictions for a glorious blooming season, a particularly fragile rose will share its glow for a while, then fade and die. And the gardener and the rosebush and the earth and all around will grieve. We are never ready for a loss. Not for the loss of a promising rosebud, nor for the loss of a friend or relative whose life appears ready to unfold with brilliant color and fulfillment. In the midst of our grieving, we can be grateful we were in the garden during the same season. We can remember and celebrate the glimpses of color and fragrance and growth that were shared. We can love the fragile rose and the fragile soul for the valiant battles won, and blooming that was done. And as our own petals unfold, we can remember the softness and beauty of those who touched us along the way.

Ernestine Clark (1988)

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Sam Irving Linder ✵ 1918-1998 (grandfather-in-law)

Irene Krasner Linder ✵ 1920-2000 (grandmother-in-law)