March 30th, 2008 By Justin Williams
No Updates This Week
My grandfather, Orville Weber, passed away yesterday evening. Orville lived in Evansville his entire life building homes all over the Evansville area. He was a war veteran. He was a husband. He was a father. He left this world surrounded by loved ones and his memory will remain with us always.
As a tribute to him, It’s Evansville will be going silent this week. Regular updates will resume on Saturday.
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Robyn
March 30, 2008 @ 03:30PM
I’m sorry for your loss.
Tracy
March 31, 2008 @ 12:36AM
Oh I’m so sorry…I’ll bet he was a wonderful man!
Midgetqueen
March 31, 2008 @ 02:08PM
My condolences, Justin. That photo seems to capture the twinkle of a good and happy spirit.
As it turns out, I work at the funeral home taking care of Mr. Weber, so I will be in the office during the visitation and funeral. I wish the meet-up opportunity came under happier circumstances, but it’s somehow comforting that I can offer support in-person to a fellow Evansville blogger. If I can be of any further help, please let me know.
Emily
April 01, 2008 @ 08:43PM
He truly was a wonderful, wonderful man. You’re lucky to be able to call him family. I’m thinking of you and your family.
zrx1200r
April 02, 2008 @ 11:39PM
many condolences
Kurt M. Weber
April 03, 2008 @ 10:26PM
You don’t know me, but I am your second cousin—your grandfather was my grandfather’s brother.
My grandfather died in 1969, 16 years before I was even born, so I never knew him. I only recall meeting Uncle Orville twice, and my father always told me that looking at him was just like looking at my late grandfather. It wasn’t until this summer, when I noticed that my late grandmother’s sister (on my mother’s side) looked exactly like my grandmother, that I realized just how important even something as seemingly superficial as this can be.