In Memorium

Elaine Andrews

K.Elaine Andrews 52, Port Charlotte, FL, formerly of Indianapolis, died Aug. 30, 2007. She had been a dental office manager for 30 years. Funeral services will be 1 p.m., Thurs., Sept. 6, 2007 at Calvary United Methodist Church, Brownsburg, with visitation from 11 a.m. to 1 p.m. Thurs., Sept. 6 at the church. Burial will be in Bethel Cemetery, Indianapolis. She was preceded in death by father Morris Dean Andrews. Survivors include daughter Emily Smith; son Joshua Smith; mother Ruth Pauline Andrews; sister Teresa (Ted) Smucker. Arrangements entrusted to Matthews Mortuary, Brownsburg. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Sep. 4, 2007.

Jenoe Biro

Jenoe A. Biro 52, Indianapolis, died Oct. 19, 2007. Services: 11 a.m. Tues. Oct. 23 at Bethel United Methodist Church with calling from 9 a.m. to 11 a.m. Burial: Washington Park North Cemetery. Arrangements: Flanner & Buchanan Funeral Center - Speedway. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Oct. 20, 2007.

Dennis Brunning

OKEECHOBEE - Dennis J. Brunning, died peacefully on Wednesday, Aug. 22, 2012, in the Jay Robert Lauer Unit of Hospice of Palm Beach County at JFK Medical Center in Atlantis, Fla. Born in Beech Grove, Ind., Dennis relocated to Okeechobee in 1985. He was a member of the Moose Lodge. He enjoyed bowling, fishing, playing cards and cooking. Along with his mother Sandy, he was co-owner of Bee's Elite Catering and Restaurant. Dennis was preceded in death by his parents, Gus and Sandy Brunning; brother, R. Michael Brunning; and a sister, Judith Brunning. He is survived by his son, Denny Brunning; sister, Beth Hughes; nephews, Shawn, Eric and Todd Bryant; and niece Tara Higgs, all of Indianapolis, Ind. There will be no services held locally. Friends may send online condolences to www.buxtonseawinds.com Arrangements are under the care of Matthew and Paul Buxton of Buxton-Seawinds Funeral Home, 3833 SE 18th Terrace, Okeechobee, Fla. Published by Lake Okeechobee News and SouthCentralLife.com on Aug. 26, 2012.

Gary Buis

Gary Dean Buis 53, of Indianapolis, passed away May 12, 2008 at his home in Fortville, IN. He was born on February 12, 1955 in Jacksonville, FL to the late Kenneth and Carolyn (Wainwright) Buis. He is survived by his daughters, Kari and Katie Buis; sister, Nina Kent and her daughters, Emily and Haley Davis; grandniece, Olivia Davis; grandnephew, Noah Humbles; and brother, George Buis. He will always be remembered as a devoted father and loving brother and friend. Private family services will be held at Seals Funeral Home & Cremation Services, Fortville. Memorial contributions may be made to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park at "Friends of the Smokies", P.O. Box 1660, Kodak, TN 37764-7660. Online condolences may be posted at: www.sealsfuneralhome.com Published by The Indianapolis Star on May 14, 2008.

Brad Burton

Bradley Lee Burton, 17, 8011 Witherington Road, was killed when struck by a car Saturday at Bull Shoals Lake, while vacationing there. Burton, who would have been a junior at Pike High School this fall, was the son of NIr. and Mrs. Lee A. Burton. Burton is the president of Lee A. Burton Associates Inc., real estate sales and service firm. Other survivors - sister Leanne; brother Samuel

Debbie Dewitt

Deborah passed away in August 2018. Deborah was a resident of Indiana at the time of passing. She was born in Indianapolis in 1955, attending Pike Township Schools. Deborah Sue (DeWitt) Brown January 25, 1955 August 22, 2018 Saturday, August 25, 2018 from 3-4 p.m. St. Andrew Presbyterian Church Services: Memorial Service Saturday, August 25, 2018 at 4:00 p.m. St. Andrew Presbyterian Church Deborah Sue (DeWitt) Brown Known to her friends as Debbie, she passed away at Community Hospital East early in the morning on August 22 nd after a brief but fierce battle with cancer. Debbie's Celebration of Life service will be held at 3:00 pm on Saturday, August 25 th at St. Andrew Presbyterian Church, located at 3535 W. Kessler Blvd. N. Dr. In respect of Debbie's wishes, there will not be a formal viewing. However, there will be a visitation for family and friends to gather and reminisce at 3:00 pm with the memorial service starting at 4:00 pm. Contributions may also be made to If It Was Your Child , a non-profit grassroots organization dedicated to promoting public awareness and change at state, local, and federal levels regarding pediatric cancer clusters in Indiana.

Brenes Dillon

Brenes Ann Dillon-McCoy 51, Indianapolis, passed away November 3, 2006. She was a member and Youth Director at New Baptist Church. She had been employed at the U.S. Army Finance Center and U.S. Customs Homeland Security for 29 years before retiring in April of 2006. She is survived by her husband, George D. McCoy; daughter, Briana N. McCoy; step-daughter, Melissa McCoy; mother, Anna N. Dillon; sisters, Harriet Thomas (Rev. LaVerne) and Darice McIntyre (Malcolm). Services will be on Saturday, November 11, 2006, at 12 p.m. at New Baptist Church, 1211 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Street, with visitation from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m. at the church. Interment will be at Crown Hill Cemetery. Final arrangements have been entrusted to Stuart Mortuary, Inc. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Nov. 9, 2006.

Anita Dowden

Anita Elaine Dowden Wilkerson 58, Indianapolis, lost her courageous 3 year battle with cancer on November 27, 2012. Retired, she enjoyed spending time with her family, friends and spoiling her grandson. She is survived by her husband of 40 years, Jerry; daughters, Kimberly and Ashley; and grandson, Ashton. Viewing will be held Saturday, December 1st at Flanner and Buchanan-Washington Park North 2706 Kessler Blvd. W. Dr. from 11-4pm, with a Celebration of Anita's Life to follow at 4pm. You are invited to go to the Guest Book page to pass along your personal message or tell a story. Sincerely, -Your friends at Flanner and Buchanan

Judy Ellis

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William Goeke

William V Goeke, better known as “Bill” was born January 5, 1955 in St Louis Missouri. He left this life on November 20, 2012 in Denton Texas after a short illness. Bill was preceded in death by his parents Emil E Goeke and Mildred Von Harten Goeke. He is survived by his brother Emil E Goeke II of Litchfield Az, his sisters Ellen K Goeke of Denton TX and Madalin Goeke Eakes of Indianapolis IN. Bill was the proud Uncle of 2 nephews and 3 nieces along with 1 great nephew and 1 great niece.

He attended Indiana University School of Music. Professionally his passion was aviation where he spent over 20 years in the airline industry as a Flight Attendant. His hobbies were focused on community theatre. Bill lived to travel around the world and spend time with his nieces and nephews.

We ask all who would like to pay their respects and honor our brothers life to make a toast to the clouds wherever your are at noon CST on Sunday November 25, 2012. No other services will be held.

Phil Gough

PHILLIP GOUGH OBITUARY AccountantLAKELAND -- Mr. Phillip A. Gough of Lakeland died of cancer Tuesday (April 19, 2005) at home. He was 49.Born in Toccoa, Ga., on Dec. 9, 1955, he came to Lakeland from Indianapolis in 1996. He was an accountant for Max Pak. He graduated from Indiana University. He was a member of the Kiwanis Club. He was a Methodist.Mr. Gough is survived by his son, Glenn Gough, Tampa; daughter, Molly Gough, Gainesville; parents, Madonna and Joseph Gough, Peoria, Ill.; sisters, Lynda Coffey, Frankton, Ind., Patty Peterman, Acklawaha, Melaine Waldschmidt, Metamora, Ill.Services will be at 6:30 p.m. Friday at First United Methodist Church.Memorials may be made to Good Shepherd Hospice, 105 Arneson Ave., Auburndale, 33823. Heath Funeral Chapel. Published by The Ledger on Apr. 21, 2005.

Daniel Groff

Daniel G. Groff, 65, passed away August 29, 2020. He was born August 17, 1955. Daniel was a Truck Driver for Marathon and a member of North Liberty Christian Church. He is survived by his wife, Ann Groff; son, Greg A. Groff; step-mom, Evelyn Groff; sister, Nancy Holland; 2 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren. Services are Private. Online condolences may be shared at www.conklefuneralhome.com.

Memories posted on obituary website

Danny was my friend from 3rd grade (1963) on. He helped me multiple times with recovering broken down trucks to hauling engines for me. He never refused a request for help. He was one of the ever diminishing members of the trailer gang that hung out at Morgan Sefrankas' trailer in high school.

I probably only saw him a dozen times or so since I moved away to Colorado in 1975. The last time was 2003 at the Pike High School class of '73 reunion. I don't think I ever saw him though, without a smile on his face and a hardy laugh at the ready.

I talked to him on the phone this past summer and he knew his end was near, but he took it in stride. I just found out today that he had passed away. Another life long friend gone.

Like Clint Eastwood says in "The Unforgiven", "we all have it coming". I will miss Danny dearly for the rest of my days. - Mike Browning - April 11, 2021

George Harlan

George A. Harlan, 59, passed away July 29, 2013. He was born March 8, 1954 in Indianapolis, IN to Kenneth and Mary (Buffington) Smith. George is survived by his wife, Rehea (Sanders) Harlan; children, George Harlan II, Jennifer Walters, Ryan Walters; brothers, Kenneth Smith, John Smith, David Smith, Steve Smith; sister, Terry Smith; parents, Kenneth and Mary (Buffington) Smith; six grandchildren, Kaylee Harlan, Grant Harlan, Aiden Harlan, Matthew Walters, Mariah Walters, Austin Burris Visitation will be Monday, August 5 from 4:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. at Indiana Memorial Cremation & Funeral Service. Funeral service will start at 8:00 p.m.

Donna Harrell

Donna Jeanne Harrell was born on August 1, 1955, and passed away on April 3, 2000. She is survived by her father, Donald Harrell (Ocala, FL), her mother, Paula Harrell (Ocala, FL), and three sisters, Pam Harrell (Ocala, FL), Cyndi Harrell Ladd (Dublin, CA), and Buffy Harrell Vivi (Ocala, FL). She has five nieces and nephews, Ivy Preston, Brandon Ladd, Paxton Cochran (all of CA), Christopher LaRue, and Aimee LaRue (both of FL), and one great-niece, Selah Nunez (FL). Donna was a much-loved sister and daughter. She loved to spend time laughing and visiting her family and friends.

Lilian Haynes

LILLIAN CUNDIFF OBITUARY Lillian Rose Cundiff 61, of Pittsboro, passed away peacefully, surrounded by her loving family on July 13, 2017. Lillian was born August 1, 1955 in Indianapolis to William and Frances Haynes. She was a graduate of Pike High School and earned her Associate's Degree in Nursing from Vincennes University. During her nursing career she served and comforted families in various roles, including the Emergency Room Supervisor at Hendricks Regional Health and most recently a Nurse Case Manager at Anthem. In addition to her parents, survivors include her beloved husband of over 42 years, Benjamin Cundiff; daughter, Tammy (husband Marcus) Dugan; brother, David "Wayne" Haynes, and grandchildren, Anna and Sammy. Her sister, Frances "Eileen" Duane preceded her in death. Friends and family will gather from 4 p.m. until 7 p.m. on Monday, July 17, in the David A. Hall Mortuary, 220 N. Maple Street, Pittsboro, IN. A private family burial service will be in the K of P Cemetery, Lizton, IN. A Celebration of Lillian's Life is being planned at Your Venture Church in Lizton. Please continue to check with DavidAHallMortuary.com for updated Celebration of Life service information. In lieu of flowers, the Cundiff family respectfully requests memorial gifts be made to the American Cancer Society. To share thoughts with the Cundiff family please visit: www.davidahallmortuary.com Published by The Indianapolis Star on Jul. 16, 2017.

Gail "Sparky" Hill

GAIL HILL OBITUARY Gail M. "Sparky" Hill 56 of Fishers died Wednesday, October 12, 2011 at her home. She was born December 11, 1954 in Indianapolis. She was a graduate of Ball State University and earned her Master's degree from IU. Sparky had dedicated over 30 years to education; the last 23 years she was counselor at Cherry Tree Elementary School in Carmel. She enjoyed being outside and working in her yard. Most of all, she enjoyed being with family and friends. Funeral Mass will be at 11:00 a.m. Monday, October 17 at St. Louis de Montfort Catholic Church. Friends and family are invited to gather from 2:00 p.m. - 6:00 p.m. Sunday, October 16 at Flanner and Buchanan Funeral Center-Carmel . Burial will be in Calvary Cemetery. Sparky is survived by her father, Gail E. Hill; sister, Luanna F. Hill, brothers, Martin (wife, Connie), Donald (wife, Carolyn S.) and Dennis (wife, Beth) Hill; nieces, Mandy Brackett, Libby Meyer, Sarah Hill and Jennifer Hill; nephews, Jeffery and Joe Hill. She was preceded in death by her mother, Margaret. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to Nathan's Battle Foundation, 459 South State Road 135, Greenwood, Indiana 46142 or Make-a-Wish Foundation, 7330 Woodland Drive, Suite 201, Indianapolis, Indiana 46278. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Oct. 14, 2011.

Terri Jacoby

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Suzannah Kiefer

SUZANNAH JOYCE OBITUARY Suzannah Kiefer Joyce - - Suzannah Kiefer Joyce, age 62, passed away Dec. 31. A service will be held in her memory Jan. 27 at 2 pm at Faith Presbyterian Church 8170 N Hague Rd, Indpls. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Jan. 21, 2018.

Eulogy given by Elizabeth Lazkowski (Beth Bielawski) - Jan 27, 2018

I first met Suzannah Kay Kiefer Joyce when we were students at the prestigious Pied Piper of Hamlin Kindergarten. I had just landed the dazzling role of Sukey in the annual Mother Goose play. After Polly, aka Melanie Toy, had put the kettle on, I was to take it off again and we would all have tea. Behind us, Three Little Kittens, were adorned in pointed ears, whiskers, and fluffy white mittens. And as the rhyme goes, the kittens were preparing to lose their mittens and to begin to cry. One of those Three Little Kittens was our own Suzan, who just could not seem to cry. Little did I know that this encounter would shape our future relationship.

Several years passed in which I did not see Suzan, as I was in parochial school and away from her own Pike system. When I later arrived in public school, we were in class together and we rode the same bus. Suzan always sat in the front of the bus, just behind the driver, Mr. Hoggins, cheerfully greeting each of us as we boarded. While some students chose to ignore her, or even to ridicule her, she never stopped reaching out to the other students on the bus with “Good morning!” or “How was your day?” There was never such a competition, but I am confident that Suzan would have easily won the title of Miss Congeniality of Bus #5.

As the years progressed, Suzan seemed to be farther and farther out of the mainstream of student life, but she never gave up her smile or her spirit. In retrospect, I should have recognized that something must have been troubling her. I should have reached out to her. But in our adolescent years, I had troubles of my own which had catapulted into exponential proportion … How would I buy the new Monkees album and still have enough money left for the most recent issue of Tiger Beat? What would my mother say when she found out that I had lost one of the tassels off of my tie weejuns? How could I ever forgive my best friend for buying the exact hot pants I had wanted? Who would be called up in the séance at this weekend’s slumber party? Would the boy I hung out in the canteen with ever ask me to go steady? And would he ever stop calling me “Nose”? It was through a series of tragic events the summer following freshman year of high school that I learned of the immense challenges Suzan had faced, both with her health, as well as with her home life.

I was dumbfounded that she had been able to contend with these crises – and they were, in fact, crises - yet continue to face each day with a smile. She was so very determined to overcome them and she remained faithful. As one friend so appropriately stated, “Suzan fought hard for love and joy.” Decades ago, I was invited to visit Suzan’s first apartment. Being out of the house and on her own was one of her proudest moments. Throughout her many moves and her travels, there were times when I lost track of Suzan. But I always knew that, once she returned to Indy, she would reach out to me.

It was at one of our class reunions that I saw her again after quite a long absence. As I leaned downed at the registration table, the bracelet I was wearing broke, sending pieces all over the table. Suzan immediately took off the bracelet she had on her wrist, and gave it to me. It is the one I am wearing today. A year ago, I hosted a small Friendsgiving for a small group of friends. I invited Suzan, who came, hobbling with her cane, yet smiling all the while. She was most interested in everyone else, their activities, and their families, talking little about herself, and never complaining as she struggled to negotiate the steps.

I deeply regret that since that time, I have seen Suzan but once. I knew that she had moved near me and I had tried to contact her. I had not gotten a response, but saw her in a store on December 20, just a month ago. At the time, I was days behind in my holiday preparations and did not have time to chat. When I saw her at a distance, wheeling through the store in her motorized cart, I waved, and hurried on, focusing on the wealth of things I had yet to do, and thinking that I would get in touch with her in the new year.

Brenda’s call to apprise me of Suzan’s passing came as quite a shock to me. Despite her health problems, Suzan’s disposition seemed to be one of those that would carry her through to a very old age, for, in my opinion, attitude is the most important word in life. I recall hanging up from Brenda and immediately thinking of one of the Momitudes I have always preached to our five children. “The things you take for granted are those that others are praying for.”

As I reflected, I realized that this does not describe my friendship with Suzan. You see, Suzan did not have Tiger Beat, Monkees albums, hot pants, canteen, sleepovers, séances or tie weejuns. Nor did she have a large family or seemingly endless to do lists. It is, in fact, the things I complain about were the things that Suzan was praying for. I am confident that on December 31, a voice from above was heard saying “Outstanding job, good and faithful servant.” RIP, Suzan. - Elizabeth Lazkowski - January 27, 2018

Greg King

GREGORY L. KING, 43, Indianapolis, died May 14. He was a consultant for Made 2 Manage. Previously, he worked for Hurco Manufacturing for 17 years. He was a member of Salem Lutheran Church. He graduated from Indiana University. Memorial contributions may be made to St. Vincent Stress Center. Services: 10 a.m. May 18 in Flanner & Buchanan Zionsville Mortuary, with calling from 2 to 6 p.m. May 17. Burial: Bethel Cemetery, Boone County. Survivors: father Sherman L. King; step-mother Margie King; sister Candace L Harcourt; stepsister Frances McElwain; stepbrothers Billy W., Jimmy L. Johnson; companion Phil Darrah.

Kathy Klatte

Kathryn Jean Klatte, who left her handprint on the hearts of so many young, old, and furry, passed away March 7, 2009 while visiting her father in Sun City, AZ. She was 54 and a longtime resident of Indianapolis. Kathy was born November 11, 1954 in San Francisco, CA and was a graduate of Pike High School and Indiana University. Kathy had a passion for outdoor activities, including landscaping, bird watching, and scuba diving. She overcame her fear of heights to bungee jump off hot air balloons and parasail. Her love of music and travel led her to follow her favorite jazz musicians on cruises for the last five years. As an avid gardener, Kathy's backyard was her sanctuary. If you had the pleasure of sharing it with her, you could soon realize that the earth, plants, birds, and pond had a connection to Kathy's soul. Every plant or flower she touched blossomed and thrived, just like her friendships. Kathy had a wonderful gift: a soft spoken charm. She saw goodness in all people, and nudged us to be better, to love more, and to open our minds and share our differences. She worked for the Indiana Association for the Education of Young Children as a Quality Advisor. Previously she spent 24 years at Day Nursery Association as a teacher, Center Director, and Director for Center Administration. Kathy taught others kindness, professionalism, zest for life, respect for all things living, and how to smile. Those touched by Kathy will honor her by dedicating themselves to continuing her legacy of making the world a better place for young children. Day Nursery Association has established the Kathy Klatte Award for Outstanding Excellence in Early Childhood Education. This annual endowment will use donations in her name to honor outstanding professionals in early childhood education. Memorial contributions may be made to Day Nursery Foundation, 615 N. Alabama, Ste. 300, Indianapolis, IN 46204. Kathy was preceded in death in December by her mother, Barbara Lyntton Klatte. She is survived by her father, Dr. Eugene Klatte; sisters Susan Duhn Mand (Frank), Constance Gilbert (George), Jeanette Ashmore (Ed), Teresa Gibson (Tim); her significant other Ron Hellmann; her beloved nieces and nephews, and her treasured friends. There will be a Celebration of Life service at Zionsville United Methodist Church, 9644 Whitestown Road, Saturday March 14 at 1:00pm. Friends may visit with the family from 11am until the service; online condolences may be made at www.flanner-buchanan.com. Arrangements entrusted to Flanner and Buchanan Zionsville.

Carol Klutey

CAROL KLUTEY OBITUARY - Carol Jean Klutey, 67, of Westfield, passed away Thursday, November 17, 2022. She was born December 28, 1954 in Indianapolis, daughter of the late Carl and Wilma (Ogle) Klutey.Carol was a 1972 graduate of Westfield High School. She enjoyed watching DVD movies of all types. Carol also liked to read comics. Survivors include her brother, Darrell Klutey, and several cousins. In honoring Carol's wishes, there will not be a funeralservice. Bussell Family Funerals is privileged to care for Carol and serve the Klutey family. To send flowers to the family or plant a tree in memory of Carol Jean Klutey, please visit our floral store.

Dale Long

Obituary for Dale R. Long 54, of Carmel, passed away March 16, 2009. He was born February 12, 1955 to George Garrison and Eleanor Katherine (Wood) Long. Dale was a 1973 graduate of Pike High School, and during his senior year was named Athlete of the Year. He attended Vanderbilt and then graduated from Indiana University in 1977, where he was a member of Alpha Tau Omega fraternity. Dale began his career in sales and owned his own kitchen renovation business. He was the past president of the National Kitchen & Bath Association. Dale was a proud member of AA where he used his wit, humor and compassion to be a successful sponsor and motivator. He was in good standing for the past 12 years. Dale was active with BSA Troop #804 of Zionsville, IN. He enjoyed snow and water skiing, hiking/camping, swimming, biking and running. He was a successful Triathlon and Ironman participant over the years. He was a member of St. Luke�s United Methodist Church. Visitation will be Friday, March 20, 2009 from 4:00 p.m. until 8:00 p.m. at St. Luke�s United Methodist Church, 100 W. 86th St., Indianapolis, with a Memorial Service at 1:00 p.m. on Saturday at the church. Dale is survived by his loving wife, Jacki Long; son, Alex Long; daughter, Sophia Long; mother, Kay Long; brother, Christopher Long (Allison); sister, Laurie Long (Jim Davis); parents-in-law, Jim and Janet Land; grandfather-in-law, Dennis Finch; 3 nieces, Suzanne and Stephanie Long, and Sarah Stacki. His father, Garry Long, and daughter, Lindsey Leigh Long, preceded him in death. Memorial contributions may be made to a college fund for Alex & Sophia Long, with donations payable to Jacki Long, c/o Edward Jones, 102 Lafayette Ave., Lebanon, IN, 46052, Attn: Brett Bayston or to the Pat Skidmore Foundation, P.O. Box 40871, Indianapolis, 46240 or www.PatSkidmoreFoundation.com, in memory of Dale Long for Kidney Cancer Research. Final arrangements entrusted to Shirley Brothers Fishers-Castleton Chapel.

Jim McConnell

JAMES R. McCONNELL, 40, Lebanon, died Jan. 22. He was a production machine operator 15 years for EAR Cabot Safety Corp. He was a member of North Liberty Christian Church, Indianapolis. Memorial contributions may be made to New Life Tabernacle, Lebanon. Services: 11 a.m. Jan. 26 in Myers Mortuary, Lebanon, with calling from 4 to 8 p.m. Jan. 25. Burial: North Liberty Christian Cemetery. Survivors: children Cedric L., Casey L. McConnell; parents Rex and Joan T. McConnell; sister Helen Ann McConnell.

Mark Myers

Mark Myers of Brownsburg, Indiana, passed away Thursday, November 12th2015, surrounded by family and friends. Mark was born on September 22, 1954 in Indianapolis, and grew up in Traders Point. He graduated from Pike High School in 1973, where he was an All -State football player. Upon graduation, Marks career as a Craftsman began while working alongside his father. This eventually led to Mark opening his own mill, Woodworkers Specialties, in 1982. Mark excelled at his craft and was recognized for his unique talents. His work included a commission to build the custom telephone booths at the Indiana State House, which were featured in Indianapolis Monthly and the Indianapolis Star. He loved music, athletics, boating, his family and his dogs. And practical jokes. He is survived by his mother, Betty Jean (Snyder) Myers; Wife, Kyle Ann (Shelton); Daughters, Natalie Kaye Myers and Erin Lee Myers; Brothers, Jeffrey Glen "Toby" Myers and Brett Myers; Sister Heidi (Myers) Huber-Kolata and sister Pamela (Myers) Ottinger. He was like a second father to Matt and David Shelton and loved by Kimberly and Kristy. He was adored by extended family throughout the country. He is preceded in death by his Father, William "Bill" Myers. A Celebration of Marks Life will be held Saturday, November 21st, 2015 from 3pm-6pm at Salem United Methodist Church, 6701 S. 775 E., Zionsville, IN 46077 In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to FACE Low Cost Animal Clinic (facespayneuter.org or 317-638-3223) in tribute to Mark Myers.

Memories posted on obituary website

I don't know where to begin with this so I'll just start as far back as I can remember. You see, Mark and I and a handful of other friends went to school together in Pike township through all three levels - elementary school at Central Elementary, then Junior High at Lincoln, and finally High school at Pike High School. I think you'd be hard pressed to find very many individuals that go through all grades in one system anymore, let alone a whole group of friends.

Pike township and the world were a different place back then. We started every school day citing the Pledge of Allegiance, and believe it or not, The Lord's Prayer. Pike township was very rural back then. Playing on the playground behind central elementary to the south and east was a huge cornfield where Pike High is now.

I remember about 4th grade or so some law made prayer and God in school verboten, so Mark and I and many others at Central elementary went to a bible study in a small trailer parked in the northwest parking lot by the basketball goals. It was a voluntary activity and a very pleasant break and chance to get outside. I remember when the first Jewish student moved into our township and the teacher in our class made an announcement explaining that her religion was different than ours. I can't remember her name at this point but I can still picture her face.

We were some serious white bread hicks back then. But Mark brought a touch of hip or perhaps better described as contemporary culture to Central Elementary. He was the first to wear pegged white Levi's and Beatle boots to school. He started a craze with them in 4th or 5th grade. I suspect his fashion clairvoyance came partly from his cool older brother, Toby, who everyone knew played bass in a rock band. In Junior High he turned us on to Roderick St. Johns , or "Rods", where we bought the coolest belts ever - shotgun belts with a 12 gauge Canuck shotgun brass head on the belt loop.

In high school Mark was one of the first to get his driver's license, which I now know was because his birthday was September 22nd so he essentially started elementary school at almost age 7. I'll never forget his birthday now because it is the same birth date as my youngest granddaughters.

I remember one of Mark's first cars was a red Datsun. I really remember that car because he loaned it to me one time. I don't remember the circumstances of my need, but just that Mark loaned it to me very graciously when I made my need known. Well, while driving that Datsun, one of the hydraulic clutch cylinders steadily began to fail, so that by the time I returned the car to Mark, to start the car from a stop, I had to shut it off, then put it in first gear, then start it in gear with clutch engaged. Once moving, I could shift gears ok without the clutch and stop by pulling it out of gear, but starting from a stop was an adventure. When I returned Marks car thinking I'd really @#$%'d it up he just laughed and said that the hydraulic cylinders on that thing go out about once a month.

Later on, around spring 1975 he loaned me his truck. Now I tell you this because he was generous that way. You needed a vehicle, he tossed you the keys. I don't remember the make of the truck, it seems like it might have been a Chevy Apache, 1958 or 1959, kind of a Turquoise blue color, but one thing I remember for sure was that the kingpins in the front axle were going out. Steering that truck was better than any weight work out you could come up with, and it had a monstrously big steering wheel too.

Shortly after that I moved away to Colorado. Mark tried to talk me into going to LaGrande Oregon with him where he had cousins in the logging industry. I opted to go to Durango Colorado because I had friends there and also in Phoenix Arizona. That was forty years ago and it passed in a flash.

I appreciate you indulging me in letting me recount some memories of Mark from our childhood and early adulthood. I'm proud to call Mark my life long friend. He was one of a group of friends with unbreakable bonds first formed in childhood and strengthened throughout life. We were members of a group of friends called the trailer gang from our hanging out at Morgan's trailer. We've lost four of the core group now: Morgan Sefranka, Bill Mullins, Darryl Calvert and now Mark Myers.

It's been hard being so far from home all these years, especially when losing friends and family. I offer this prayer in parting:

" Heavenly Father, Knower of all things, Creator of all things, You are without beginning or end, Your power is beyond our comprehension, but You don't expect us to understand, but instead, only to believe. Lord, I do believe, and I ask that when my time comes that I be reunited with my life long friends and family when I return home for good with You. In Jesus Name I pray, Amen" - Mike Browning - November 15, 2015

John Patty

JOHN PATTY OBITUARY John David Patty 62, of Indianapolis, IN, passed away on Monday, May 29, 2017. Visitation will be held Monday, June 5, 2017 from 5:00 p.m. - 7:00 p.m. with Celebration of Life at 7:00 p.m. in Flanner and Buchanan-Zionsville, 105 W. Pine St. Zionsville, IN. Please sign John's guestbook and share memories at www.flannerbuchanan.com. Published by The Indianapolis Star on Jun. 4, 2017.

Richard Paul

Richard Frederick Paul 61, of Indianapolis, passed away August 4, 2016 to be with the Lord. He was born in Indianapolis in May 24th, 1955. He is survived by his parents, Richard "Dick" and Billie Paul; children Kelly (Amanda) and Richie Paul; grandchildren Aaron, Elijah, and Jolene; brothers Jeff, John, and David Paul. A service to celebrate his life will be held Saturday, August 13th at TradersPoint Christian Church, Whitestown, IN; visitation at 9:00 a.m., services at 10:00 a.m. (Room 234). www.WoodlawnCremations.com Published by The Indianapolis Star on Aug. 11, 2016.

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Well, today is my 61st birthday and for 53 of my 61 birthdays, Richard has been my cherished friend. We first met slightly after my 7th birthday at the beginning of 2nd grade and have been very close friends ever since (just shy of 54 years).

Actually, Richard was way more than a friend to me - he was my brother, my companion, my confidant, my fellow patriot. I was closer to him than to my own brother. We were 100% in sync with each other on essentially everything. We had a sixth sense about each other and on many occasions, called each other on the phone at exactly the same time to where the phone didn't even ring, just all of a sudden we were connected. Richard and I could talk about anything, and I do mean anything, completely openly and without fear of being judged by each other. For hours, we would discuss politics, religion, science, guns, women, hunting, fishing, personal favorites and personal fears.

We thought so much alike that we'd finish each other's sentences sometimes. Richard had such an excellent sense of humor. Nobody cheered me up and made me laugh like Richard could. Didn't matter how low or depressing the conversations went, he would always bring it back to a point of laughing about it and moving on. Richard and I were best friends. He told me that constantly.

He really looked up to me and paid me compliments constantly. I am so honored to have had such a kind, loyal, and honest friend. If it seems like I'm rambling a bit, I am, because I am so torn up over losing him. I can't write for long before breaking down. We did so much together in so many places over all these years. I haven't just lost my lifelong best friend, I've lost a part of myself.

I recently sent Richard a small gift as a token of our long friendship, a rifle scope and mount, but more importantly, I sent him a card on which I told him that he was my most trusted and loved lifelong friend and I thanked him for being that friend through the best of times, and also through hell and high water. He of course called me the minute he received the package and thanked me for the gift and especially the card.

I thank The Lord God Almighty that He made me stop my busy life and take the time to tell my precious friend how much he meant to me. Richard the Lionhearted is how I've thought of him for many years. Fearless and loyal beyond explanation. He would have given his life to defend me, and he told me that on many occasions. His body was broken but he had the spirit of a lion.

His tragic auto accident of over two decades ago had left his body twisted and in pain. Yet he raised me up when we'd speak to each other. Like a commander keeping a stiff upper lip, so to speak, when addressing his troops, Richard would inspire me when we spoke. I'm sure that wasn't always the case with everybody in his life, but he shined for me. There are not enough words, time, or space for everything I need and want to say about Richard. I have a feeling of being alone in the wilderness with his passing on. I can only imagine the grief his family feels and I offer them my deepest condolences and sympathy from someone who also loved Richard immensely.

I will always think of him when I am in the wilderness, the wilderness of The West, which he loved, especially the Southwest, Arches, Grand Canyon, Coconino National Forest. I've included a picture of Richard and I taken in 1986 before his life altering accident that essentially left him with a mortal wound that slowly destroyed him. I've also included a link to a tribute to Keith Moon by Roger Daltrey and I offer it as a tribute to Richard. I hope you'll listen to it and remember him the way that I do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7YBV0PRyG8Y

In closing I offer this prayer:

"Heavenly Father, Creator of the universe, Knower of all things, Your power is beyond our comprehension. We cannot know the answers to so many questions we have of You. Our understanding is so limited. But You don't expect us to understand, rather, only to believe. Lord, I thank You for the honor and privilege of having Richard as my friend and brother for the majority of my life. I especially thank You for Richard being my Christian brother with whom I could openly and completely express our mutual faith and acceptance of Jesus Christ as our Savior. As Jesus said; "Give and ye shall be given unto, forgive and ye shall be forgiven, judge not and ye shall not be judged." Lord this sinner asks for forgiveness and mercy for Richards, and all of our souls. In Jesus name, Amen. - Mike Browning - April 11, 2016

Rick Samuelson

RICK SAMUELSON OBITUARY Richard (Rick) Alan Samuelson, avid cyclist, outdoorsman, triathlete, sculptor, classic car and dad joke aficionado, beloved husband and father, died on March 22 nd in his Boulder home surrounded by his family. Rick was born in 1954 to Robert (Bob) Samuelson and Dorothy Kramer Samuelson of Indianapolis, Indiana. He graduated from Pike High School in Indianapolis in 1973, and earned a BA in Psychology from Fort Lewis College in 1978 in Durango, Colorado. In 1986, he met the love of his life, Laura Coates Samuelson (Kugeler) of Boulder, and they married in October of that year. In 1988, he co-founded Foothills Machinery Sales, a successful business based in Broomfield. He adored and was so proud of his children, Laura Ann, 28, and Tucker, 24. He was wise, gentle, and good-humored and felt most himself on a bicycle under the sun, in a kayak, skiing through trees, or bending metal in his shop. He trusted life and taught those around him to appreciate the beauty and silliness inherent in the little things. He is survived by his wife, his children, his sister Sara of Bozeman, Montana, his brother Joe of St. Louis, Missouri, and best of friends Jamie Morin and Paul Richards of Boulder, Colorado. A celebration of Rick's life will be held at 2pm on Monday, April 9th in the Community House at Chautauqua. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made in his name to the Nature Conservancy. Published by The Daily Camera on Apr. 2, 2018.

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I first met Rick in my fifth grade class at Central Elementary, Pike Township, New Augusta Indiana. We formed a friendship then that has lasted through all of these decades of change and growth. Back then we got into some mischief (what do you expect - we were 5th grade boys).

In high school, we were in a pretty close knit group of friends that hung out at Morgan Sefrankas' trailer on Friday and Saturday nights, doing what teenagers back then did. We listened to a whole bunch of really good rock and roll music, along with "other" activities and entertainment, went to concerts, partied, so on and so forth.

Rick had a Jeep CJ-5 back then and I remember one night it had snowed real hard and people were sliding off the road all over our stomping grounds, so Rick just drove around in his jeep and pulled them out for fun. On another occasion, we were farting around right after school and took a "shortcut" with Rick's Jeep along a fresh pipeline route and through a field. This was in early spring in Indiana, which means mud, mud, mud!!! We came upon a water filled mud hole and Rick asked me which side he should go around on. I said go right, no go left, and Rick said, hell, I'll just go through it. Well, that hole was about 5 feet deep and we were STUCK!!! Water was pouring in Rick's door (soft top of course)so we exited out my side. Fortunately for us, a farmer friend of ours, Mike Bernhardt was close by with a John Deere tractor. He just shook his head and extracted the Jeep from the monster suction of that mud hole (I thought it was going to pull his Jeep in half).

On New Years Eve, 1974/1975, Rick came to a party at my house on Eugene Smith's farm and told us all he was going to Fort Lewis College in Durango Colorado. He had been out in the Weminuche Wilderness area on an Outward Bound event the summer before and loved the Colorado southwest. I had been out to Colorado that same summer and was also determined to move there.

In early June that year I joined Rick in Durango, at his house at 3078 East 3rd Ave. He is the reason I moved to Colorado and have lived here for 43 years. We had a lot of good times living in Durango. I rented Rick's garage behind his house and had my small welding shop in it and slept in the loft. So many get-togethers, excursions, trips, outings, and activities started at Rick's house. It was our center of social interaction in Durango.

Rick, Paul Richards and I made a trip home at Christmas, 1975, in a 1963 Ford Falcon station wagon we bought for $125 after it had been "damaged" by a friend avoiding collision with an elk. The lower swing arm on the left front suspension was completely folded under the driver's floor area. I "repaired" it laying in the snow using a welding truck from my employer to straighten things out and with some junk parts from Heizers' wrecking yard. We took off in that thing and drove it to Indiana and back with four males and a dog in the dead of winter. Crazy....

Rick and I also made that drive a few years later in my '51 Willys pickup listening to 8 track tapes (with headphones - the truck was too loud without them)smoking pipes and counting the hundreds of shooting stars in the clear winter night sky over Kansas. I remember one stop we made for dinner at the "ATLASTA" Motel in Missouri on the way back - we heehawed a bit about the name, but the food was good.

Many of our childhood pals we hung out with as teenagers have also now passed away. I don't understand it. The proportions in our group are way higher than the population in general. Some of them went by accidents. Others, maybe you could attribute it to lifestyle. In Rick's case, it's just plain not fair. I've lost another life long friend.

I regret that I didn't stay in closer contact with Rick over the past couple of decades. I bought a lathe and a mill from him back in the early nineties. Then life got real busy with kids and career, and then grandkids. I'll always remember Rick's great sense of humor when I think of him. He used to joke about the scraps of metal I had around his garage in Durango - he referred to them as "metal sprouts". When I talked to him right after his surgery, he said he too now had some metal sprouts, to which I replied that I now had a metal forest. I'll always remember him as a young man and a particular Traffic song that we listened to when we were young sticks in my mind - "Many a mile to freedom", and the following lines in particular:

"If you should ask me to give you the reason for life that we know , Then together we flow like the river, And together we melt like the snow"

I hope you'll take a minute and listen to the song at the link below and that it gives you peace.

https://youtu.be/SoF7DECeD6A - Mike Browning - August 9, 2018

Robert Schlegel

This message was received from Bob's daughter:

My dad, Bob Schlegel, passed away in August. He had just moved down to Florida to be near his grandson when he contracted a lung infection. We are grateful his final days were filled with family.I know he would have loved to attend the 50th reunion for the class of 1973. He often spoke fondly of his time at Pike High School. I wish you all the best with the reunion! Sincerely, Kylie Sevy

Ron Seckel

SECKEL-In loving memory of RONALD K. SECKEL Who passed away April 19, 1975. My lips cannot tell how I miss him,My heart cannot tell what to say, God alone knows how I miss him, In a home that is lonesome today.

-Father, Mother, Sisters and Family.

Morgan Sefranka

MORGAN H. SEFRANKA, 39, Indianapolis, died Monday. There will be no services. Calling will be from 6 to 8 p.m. today in Conkle Funeral Home, Speedway Chapel. Survivors: wife Mary A. Gillum Sefranka; son Morgan Sefranka: stepdaughter Jasmine Mc- Donald; mother Joan A. Weise Sefranka: father Raymond Sefranka; brother Scott Sefranka; sister Shawn Seifert.

Joe Swaynie

JOSEPH SWAYNIE OBITUARY Joseph LeRoy "Joe" Swaynie 54, Indianapolis, passed away May 15, 2009. Joe was born in Lafayete, IN on February 15, 1955 to LeRoy James and Dianna D. (Cole) Swaynie. Joe graduated from Pike High School in 1973 and worked as a Circulation Manager for the Saturday Evening Post, for the past 26 years. He was an avid golfer and huge racing fan. Joe will be lovingly missed by his mother, Dianna; brother, Robert Swaynie; sister, Kathy Swaynie-Bundy; niece, Maria Dianna Swaynie; and nephews, Christopher Verstijnen (wife, Amanda and son, Owen) and Zachary Farrell. Memorial services will be held at 6 p.m. on Wednesday, May 27, 2009 at Flanner and Buchanan Funeral Center- Broad Ripple, where friends may call from 3 p.m. until the service time. Memorial contributions may be made to the donor's favorite charity. Condolences may be made online by visiting: www.flannerbuchanan.com. Published by The Indianapolis Star on May 22, 2009.

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Mrs. Swaynie, Rob, Kathy: My thoughts and prayers are with you during your time of grief. Joe was a big part of my childhood and I only have the best of memories of Joe, Tim Wiley and the entire Westchester clan. Memorial Day especially, the opening of the Westchester swimming pool, the Indy 500, playing football in your side yard and camp outs in the woods behind our house. Fun times that are embedded in my memory forever. Joe will be missed but never forgotten. With my deepest heartfelt sympathy. - Douglas A. Jones - May 27, 2009

Joe was my best friend during high school, room mates during college years, best man at my wedding and life long friend ... Joe could always make me laugh with his ironic humor and wit ... he was an original .... there is no one like him ... a good and loyal friend ... the last phone call from Joe was a day or so before he passed away .... he was calling to offer condolences about my father passing away ... i will greatly miss my good friend. - David Sanders - May 22, 2009

A kind hearted, fun loving guy who always made me laugh. My heart is with his family and friends for he will truly be missed. I will always cherish the friendship we held and be thankful for the time he was here with us all. - Karen S. Renick - May 22, 2009

My thoughts and prayers are with Joe's family and friends. He was one of the nicest people from high school. It was always fun and a pleasure to see him at the golf tournament every year. He will truly be missed. God s peace to his family at this difficult time. - Lynn Sisk - May 21, 2009

Scott Yocum

SCOTT R. YOCUM, 39, Gainesville,Fla., formerly of Indianapolis, died Saturday. Services will be at II a.m. Wednesday in Milam Funeral Home. Gainesville. There will be no calling. Mr. Yocum was an independent entomologist. He received his bachelor's degree from Purdue University, where he also had been drum major, and earned his master's degree and Ph.D. from the University of Florida, Gainesville. He was president of the Graphics and Scientific Illustrators Association. Memorial contributions may be made to the Hospice of North Central Florida Gainesville. Survivors: parents, Marcia Valyer Yocum and Arthur V. Yocum; sisters. Suellen Schwobel and Dr. Laurel Yocum.

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