OBITUARY

Arlo D. Wacker

November 20, 1937October 23, 2018

Arlo D. Wacker, 80, of Crystal Lake passed away October 23, 2018. He was born November 20, 1937 in Herreid, South Dakota to Art and Irene (Quaschnick) Wacker. In 1959 he married Marge Guthmiller. Arlo had a Master's degree in education and taught in public schools for over 40 years. He had a passion for cars and enjoyed woodworking, watching the Packers, and collecting guns. His dog, Blackie, held a very important place in his heart. He is survived by Marge; his sons, Dave Wacker and Michael (Betsy) Wacker; his granddaughter, Angellica; his dear friend who he considered a son, Joel (Sharon) Faeth and his children, Nicole and Austin; his nieces, Sandy Kirschmann and Deb Cornellius; and many caring friends and relatives. He was preceded in death by his parents; son, James Wacker; and sister, Elaine Heier. The family would also like to thank his many dear friends and neighbors who helped him in the past few years, Jim and Linda Trinka and family, Chuck and Bonnie Rohlwing, Cathy and George Evans, and Joyce Latigo. There will be a funeral service at 3pm on Sunday, October 28 at the First Congregational Church, 461 Pierson St., Crystal Lake. Burial will be at 10am on Monday, October 29 at Crystal Lake Memorial Park, 8012 Ridgefield Rd., Crystal Lake. Memorials may be made to the Rescue Warriors Corp. at www.rescuewarriorscorp.org. Arrangements entrusted to Querhammer & Flagg Funeral Home. For information call 815-459-1760. Online condolences may be made at www.querhammerandflagg.com.

  • FAMILY

  • Marge (Guthmiller) Wacker, Former Wife
  • Dave Wacker, Son
  • Michael (Betsy) Wacker, Son
  • Angellica Wacker, Granddaughter
  • Joel (Sharon) Faeth, and their children, Nicole and Austin, Dear Friend and his family
  • Sandy Kirschmann, Niece
  • Deb Cornellius, Niece
  • Art Wacker, Father
  • Irene (Quaschnick) Wacker, Mother
  • James Wacker, Son
  • Elaine Heier, Sister

Services

  • Funeral Service Sunday, October 28, 2018
REMEMBERING

Arlo D. Wacker

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Kirk Quaschnick

October 28, 2018

I always called Arlo my uncle even though he was my cousin. He always checked up on me to make sure everything was going well. I became closer to him in the last 10 years due to my travel to Chicago. We spent many days together just hanging out when I was in town. Good times.
My best memory was traveling to a corvette show in his Vette. He let me drive it to the show. It was an awesome adventure.
The day after he passed, I met a young boy at Disneyland named Arlo. I love how God shows me good when bad happens. Arlo will be missed.

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Biography

Arlo D. Wacker, 80, of Crystal Lake passed away October 23, 2018.
He was born November 20, 1937, in Herreid, South Dakota to Art and Irene (Quaschnick) Wacker. In 1959 he married Marge Guthmiller.
Arlo had a Master's degree in education and taught in public schools for over 40 years. He had a passion for cars and enjoyed woodworking, watching the Packers, and collecting guns. His dog, Blackie, held a very important place in his heart.
He is survived by Marge; his sons, Dave Wacker and Michael (Betsy) Wacker; his granddaughter, Angellica; his dear friend who he considered a son, Joel (Sharon) Faeth and his children, Nicole and Austin; his nieces, Sandy Kirschenmann and Deb Cornelius; and many caring friends and relatives.
He was preceded in death by his parents; son, James Wacker; and sister, Elaine Heier.
The family would also like to thank his many dear friends and neighbors who helped him in the past few years, Jim and Linda Trinka and family, Chuck and Bonnie Rohlwing, Cathy and George Evans, and Joyce Latigo.



By, David Wacker

I believe we all experience horrific hardship and pain, its just part of the human experience, and some experience more pain than others. The hardship and the pain are not important, but overcoming and rising above the pain is what I believe is so very important.

But I don't think we can rise above the pain on our own, but with strength greater than ourselves we can witness miracle after miracle. With the gift of faith, I believe all can clearly see the enormous bright luminous hand immediately swoop down and rescue us in our time of need. When there is nothing but darkness and despair and hopelessness, the luminous hand instantly encircles and comforts and gives us hope in the sunrise of a new day and we are able to go forward with confidence. The luminous hand guides and encourages and provides love and faith, and when we are so weak we cannot walk, the luminous hand will carry us.

Unfortunately, long ago, my brother was in a serious car accident and he slowly died as he lay in a coma. Our family was shattered and our home was devoid of life and nothing was left but, death and destruction. I believe our entire family struggled with the loss of my brother. I know I struggled mightily, and I would not have survived without strength greater than myself and it was many years before I could talk about the loss of my brother.

It’s not for me to say, but I think my father also struggled greatly with the loss of his son and unfortunately, I think it affected him for years and years because he had difficulty coming to terms with it.

Sadly, our family experienced collateral damage from this tragedy and there was a long separation.

But, a great miracle happened Christmas, 2017. My father left a voicemail on my brother’s phone, and I remember hearing the deep and profound pain in his voice and we felt compelled to reach out to him. I personally believe not reaching out to a person in so great a need would have been inexcusable and a terrible sin.

My brother and I called our father on Christmas Day, and we spoke for the first time in many years. Speaking to my father I remember hearing the excitement and joy in his voice. I was not hoping to be reunited with my father, but I was very glad that it happened and it was salve upon my soul and I believe it was a great comfort to my father. We stayed in contact with him and called every week, sometimes twice a week and we always ended the conversation telling each other I love you.

We visited my father, who was in declining health, four or five times before he passed, and I am so grateful that we were able to reconnect with him. Especially important to me was celebrating my birthday with him, it was special. I was able to tell my father my favorite memories of him as a child. Fond memories of him as a loving protector who deeply cared for his son and enjoyed having him near. I remember when I was speaking of my childhood memories he, and I became emotional remembering our loving bond that time could not erase. My mother brought a cake that she baked and our dear friends Joel and Sharen and their children were there. It was the first birthday that we celebrated with him in many years, and unfortunately it was the last birthday he celebrated with us.

Looking back, I believe it was a great blessing and a miracle being able to reconnect with father after all the hardship and pain and years of separation and to hear him say he loved me and to tell him I love him.

Like a pebble dropped in a still pond all within the pond are affected. What was barren and hopeless becomes a beautiful pure white mist of life and love and compassion and hope unto all. The pond becomes a bright beacon of hope to all. This was all made possible only by strength greater than ourselves.

I believe with all my heart and all my soul and all my strength my father lives, he is shedding his pain and he is thriving.

I believe with faith there is no limit to the miracles we can witness. Endless miracles of hope, love, faith, trust, and compassion to inspire and encourage. Anything is possible with faith.











Letters that were written to Arlo in 2018 during his illness.

After having been estranged for many years, it was comforting to write to him and tell him that we all cared about his welfare. I felt he cared about all of us. I spoke to him many times on the telephone before his passing and mostly always he was very grateful and thankful for the call.

Letter #1

Hi Arlo

I am very sorry for your illness and suffering. I am sure that there may be or there have been times when you thought why is this happening, and you don’t understand. But, then we need to think of the Blessings that have been given and be thankful. Possibly one great Blessing may be to be united with sons, David and Michael, and daughter-in-law Betsy and close family friend Joel. What a wonderful family they all are and have been to me. This must be a great joy in your heart as well. It has been a great Blessing and joy for me to live nearby David, Michael, Betsy, Angellica, and seeing Joel and his family on occasion. Of course, I enjoy Sammy, my grand puppy as well.

I have no anger or hostility directed towards you, only thankfulness. Thankfulness for sons, James, David, and Michael. All I/we ever wanted was love, and that we all live and show love toward one another.

Yes, to live on this earth, we all need love, shelter, food, clothing. We should try NOT to live our lives based on past actions/events or THE PAST. But, we must go forward and live a life filled with love, compassion, and forgiveness.

All of the family have been such a blessing and joy to me. IT’S MY LIFE. I have no other interests just to keep myself well. At times I help with Sammy, my grand-puppy, which I will do this weekend as the family travels to Crystal Lake to see you.

May your journey continue and be filled with compassion, love, and forgiveness. I remembered the compassion you extended to me when my father passed in 1956. So much has happened since that eventful day. There have been many wonderful/challenging memories.

Love, peace, and friendship

Marge


Letter #2

Hi Arlo

I just want to say that it was nice to talk with you this past week. I know you will enjoy time with David, Michael, and Betsy. It will be soooo nice.

I hope you understand why I didn’t come along. When we first planned to go to Crystal Lake as a family weekend, I was really excited. Then, I got a call from Joel telling me that you didn’t want me to come, and I got the same words from David and Michael. So I adjusted my thinking and told them I would take care of the pets. I think it may be a good thing for you all to have time together. So possibly the next trip I will come.

Life is a journey along with the choices we make. It is how we live this gift of life that makes a difference. Be thankful and grateful for each day. The words thank you are very powerful.

It is always nice to hear your appreciative thoughts and thank yous

Love Marge

I hope you will enjoy the food and Happy Father’s Day.