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.



From, 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 from Marge Wacker 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.




From a dear friend, Joel Faeth.

I have many good memories of Arlo. Arlo in his way would try to connect with us through projects around the house and in the garage. Arlo’s timing for projects was not always the best and well received during visits.

Arlo was a teacher. He had a lot of knowledge to share and it was enjoyable working with him. Arlo loved the Green Bay Packers. He was excited to get the latest updates from me as I was living near Green Bay. We had some great calls on the phone about the last game and the one coming up.

Many years ago, Arlo wanted to have better television reception for the Packer games. He decided to change the rotary motor on the antenna that was attached to the chimney. I was down with a friend and we offered to help. He trusted us to help him. We needed to be on the second story roof to access the motor of the antenna. The brackets were loosened and I lifted the antenna up. I held on to the chimney with one arm and the antenna in my hand with the other arm. The job was difficult and the antenna was heavy. Arlo changed the motor and we got the antenna pole together. Fortunately, I did not drop the antenna and no one fell off the roof. Arlo looked happy and relieved at the same time. The television reception was improved. In the basement, we gathered together and would watch a movie or the Packer game by a roaring fireplace.

My best memory of Arlo was when Sharon and I were down for a visit and the power went out. We went in the basement and Arlo shared what life was like for him growing up. It was a rare moment for Arlo to open up about the hardships and family tragedies he endured. Arlo was reserved in many ways. He kept many things inside that affected him. Hopefully by talking to us if provided him some peace. If it was not for the power outage, there might not have ever been the moment. It is comforting to know Arlo trusted us with sharing his memories. We love him and will always miss him.



From Joice Latigo: Memories of Arlo Wacker.

Arlo always wanted to be Al, so that is what I called him. He loved his sons and talked about them a lot.

Al was very handy. He fixed many things for me and he always did a nice and perfect job. We kept in touch on a daily basis, hardly a Sunday that went by that he didn't call to see how I was doing.

I was so happy to do things for him like taking him to his doctor visits, which were becoming frequent as time went on. He appreciated everything.

I miss the phone calls and also miss him. I'm happy he doesn't have to suffer anymore.

He was a great friend and I will truly miss him.



From Arlo's cousin Ester Well.

Margie,

finally getting this note for Arlo's book to you.

We are having lots of cold weather here. I think its been true in most states this winter. We had about twelve inches of snow this month which isn't bad. Fran has had mountains of snow and is so tired of winter. This is to much hard work for her age (84 in October).

Hope you guys are not working too hard and are closing in on all the tasks. I have been trying to get some allergy tests. There are four big dogs right next to my apartment so I stay in and will be glad when I can open some windows. Right now they are all frozen.

Arlo was a very caring person in my life. In later years we talked on the phone sometimes two or three times a week. He was always so concerned as to how I was doing after I was in a car accident.

I will always miss his beautiful presence in my life.

Take care, Love Ester.




From his uncle Gorden Qashneck and his wife Dianna,

These photos are some of the memories we have of Arlo. Gordon valued his mechanical-knowledge. Our visits were always enjoyable, the Chicago trip has a special memory as we spent the time visiting and enjoying the sites of Chicago. We will miss our weekly phone conversation with Arlo.




From Betsy Wacker, daughter in law,

I felt especially close to Arlo the year prior to his passing. He always treated me more as a daughter than a daughter in law. I know will always be with us in our hearts and he is watching over us. I miss hearing his voice and I miss him.

Betsy, Wacker.