Dubuque Today by the Dubuque Advertiser. See Recent. We post all obituaries for FREE, just have your funeral home send it to us. Terry D. Droessler Terry D. Droessler, 6. 4 of Potosi, sawed through the gates of heaven on Thursday October 1. Terry was born on November 3, 1. Lancaster, Wisconsin, the son of Donald and Marie (Langkamp) Droessler.

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He married the love of his life, Marlene "Beanie" Gillen on June 1. Immaculate Conception Church in Kieler, WI. Terry was employed by John Deere for 3. After his retirement, he went to work doing some of his true passions; logging, cutting firewood and spending time at his log cabin "paradise". He was a lifelong avid hunter. Most of all, he enjoyed spending time with his kids and grandkids. Words cannot express the sadness being felt by the loss of such a wonderful man and he will be truly missed by so many.

One of his most famous sayings was "You're going to miss me when I'm gone" and there is nothing more truthful than this. Terry was a husband to Beanie, of Potosi; father to Jenni (Larry) Larson, of Sun Prairie, WI and Jessie (Ben) Gavinski, of Potosi; Papa to Jared Wunderlin, Brianna Gavinski, Zachary Larson, Brianna Larson and Mason Gavinski; a brother to Arleen (Fran) Ouderkirk, of Sherrill, IA, Gary (Deb) Droessler, of Potosi, and David Droessler, of Platteville; brother- in- law to Jug (Pam) Gillen, of Kieler, Sitsy (late, Larry) Koeller, of Kieler, Sandy (Clete) Jerrett, of Lancaster, John (Linda) Gillen, of Dubuque, IA and Vicki (fiancé, Joe) Haverland, of Hazel Green. He is further survived by several family and friends and a special, life- long best friend, Tom Droessler.

He was preceded in death by his parents, Donald and Marie; two brothers, Wayne and Merlin; and his father and mother- in- law, Cracker and Edna Gillen. The family would like to extend a special to thank Dr. Wagner and Dr. Hermann and their staff; the exceptional nurses and staff of Finley Hospital; Hospice of Dubuque; and the many family members and friends for their amazing care, compassion and support. A Terry Droessler Memorial Fund has been established, in lieu of plants and flowers. Services will be 7 p.

Monday, October 2. St. Andrew Catholic Church in Tennyson with Rev. Watch Growth Streaming. Richard Leffler officiating. A private family burial will take place. Friends may call from 2 to 6: 4.

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Monday at the church before the service. Casey Funeral Home & Cremation Services of Cuba City is in charge of arrangements. Online condolences may be expressed at www. Kelly A. Blewett Kelly A. Blewett, 4. 9, of Dubuque passed away Wednesday, October 1. Funeral services will be held 1.

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Monday at St. Matthew Lutheran Church. Visitation will be from 2 to 7 p. Sunday at the Egelhof, Siegert and Casper Westview Funeral Home and Crematory, 2.

Kennedy Road and Monday at the church from 9: 4. Kelly was born December 2. Dubuque, Iowa, daughter of Norman and Ruth (Westmark) Middleman. She graduated from Dubuque Senior High in 1. NICC. On July 4, 2. Harry Blewett Jr. St. Matthew Lutheran Church.

Together they enjoyed riding their Harley- Davidsons together. This past June, they rode to Beartooth Pass, MT., together, accomplishing one of her goals.

Kelly was proud to be a part of the Medline family. She also enjoyed her bees and organizing family get- togethers. She loved spending time with her grandson, Damon. She was a member of St. Matthew Lutheran Church where she taught Sunday School for many years. She was like a mother hen to many; seemingly helping to raise other people's kids. Kelly is survived by her husband, Harry Blewett, Jr; daughter, Jamie Fransen of Granbury, TX and her son, Damon; two sons, Zach and Michael Puckett, both of Epworth; two step children, Nikole Blewett of Rock Island, IL, and Harry M.

Blewett of Dubuque; her mother, Ruth Middleman of Dubuque; siblings, Dan Middleman of Dubuque, Larry (Amy) Middleman of Dubuque and their daughters, Ashley and Nicole; Chris Middleman of Denver, CO, Tom (Jennifer) Middleman of Broussard, LA and their children, Emma and Jack; and Billy Middleman of Dubuque; aunts and uncles, including a special aunt, Shirley Behnke. She is also survived by her parents in law, Harry and Peggy Blewett of Dubuque, as well as brothers and sisters in law, Lorinda (Mark) Hinderman of Potosi, Chris Blewett of Tampa, FL, Becca (Dan) Scherr of Dubuque and Brett (Lisa) Blewett of Dubuque. She was preceded in death by her father.

For further information, please visit www. In lieu of flowers, a Kelly Blewett Memorial Fund has been established. The family would like to thank the nurses and staff at Hospice of Dubuque for their wonderful care as well as their church family at St. Matthew Lutheran Church for their love and support. Kenneth F. Kemp Kenneth F. Ken" Kemp, 9. 3, of Oak Park Place and formerly of the Woodlands, passed away Wednesday, October 1. Funeral services will be held at 1.

Saturday, October 2. Church of The Nativity with Msgr. James Miller officiating. Entombment will be in Resurrection Garden Mausoleum at Mt. Calvary Cemetery with full military rites accorded by the American Legion Post #6 of Dubuque. Friends may call from 3: 0. Friday at the Egelhof, Siegert & Casper Westview Funeral Home and Crematory, 2.

JFK Rd. Ken was born on April 2. Dubuque, Iowa, the son of William and Tillie (Manders) Kemp. He was a veteran of WWII serving in the U. S. Army stationed in Germany. On November 1. 1, 1.

Ken married Doris Kraus at St. Joseph Catholic Church, Farley, Iowa. They managed the Dubuque Shooting Society for 3. Three years later, Ken and Doris moved to Ft. Myers, Florida where they enjoyed walking, going to the beach and golfing.

Ken enjoyed watching any sport on T. V. that used a ball and especially loved watching his youngest grandchildren participating in sporting events. He was an avid Chicago Cubs fan. Surviving are his two sons, Jim (Sue) Kemp of Estero, FL and Tom (Carla) Kemp of Dubuque, IA; his grandchildren Kelly (Joe) Roth and Kerry (Jim) Griffin both of Downers Grove, IL, Karla Bridgeman of Hugo, MN, Tim (Brandy) Kemp of Chicago, IL, Loren (Jeanne) Kemp of Clarendon Hills, IL, Amy (Josh) Printz and Bradley (fiancé' Caitlyn Crawford) Kemp both of Dubuque, IA; step- grandchildren Kelly (Michele) Mudge of Ankeny, IA and Amy (Bob) Larson of Farmington Hills, MI; 1. Bob (Marlene) Chapman of Dubuque, IA; his brothers- in- law and sisters- in- law Jim (Sue) Kraus and Irene (Larry) Scherrman both of Farley, IA, Mary Westermeyer of Dyersville, IA and Betty Kraus of Dubuque, IA.

He was preceded in death by his wife, Doris on May 1. William and Tillie Kemp; his stepfather Robert Chapman Sr.; his brothers- in- law and sisters- in- law Bill Kraus, Carlton Westermeyer, Phyllis Kraus, Ralph (Liz) Kraus and Melita (Harry) O'Neill. The Kemp family wishes to extend a heartfelt thank you to Ken's special friends at the Woodlands, the nurses and staffs at Ennoble Manor and Medical Associates, Dr. Thomas Sinsky and Hospice of Dubuque. Dr. Jay A. Moeller Dr.

Jay A. Moeller, 9. Peosta, IA, formerly of Dubuque, died on October 1. Funeral Service will be 1. Saturday, October 2. Church of the Resurrection, 4. Asbury Rd., Dubuque with Military Honors. Family will greet friends 3: 0.

Friday, October 2. Church of the Resurrection; additional visitation will also be one hour prior to the service on Saturday. Jay, the son of Arnold and Hilda (Jockheck) Moeller, was born on October 1. Davenport, IA. He grew up in Des Moines, and graduated from Theodore Roosevelt High School in 1. He served in the Army Air Corps during World War II (1. Returning to Des Moines, he attended Drake University, graduating with a BA in zoology. He attended the University of Iowa School of Medicine and graduated in 1.

Air Force Medical Corps during the Korean War (1. He returned to the University of Iowa School of Medicine for his residency in Obstetrics and Gynecology. Jay A. Moeller MD, FACOG, FACS, practiced Obstetrics and Gynecology in Dubuque for 3. Jay and Melba Mae Caviness were united in marriage on December 2.

Song of Myself. Won't you help support Day. Poems? 1. 81. 9- 1. I celebrate myself, and sing myself. And what I assume you shall assume.

For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their. I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin.

Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard.

Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with. I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.

The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me.

The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing.

The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of. A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields.

The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through.

You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now. Nor any more youth or age than there is now.

And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge. Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life. To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so.

Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical.

I and this mystery here we stand. Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen.

Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be.

I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night. Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes. That they turn from gazing after and down the road. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent.

Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me. Watch Timber The Treasure Dog Hindi Full Movie.

People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and. I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss. Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news.

These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am. Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary.

Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with. I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning.

How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me. And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own. And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women.

And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass? How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt. Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation.

Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white. Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men.

It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps.

This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers. Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues. And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.

I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. What do you think has become of the young and old men? And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the.

And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and. And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and.

They do not know how immortal, but I know.).