Eugene B. Wojciechowski

Woj,
I am sorry that I have not visited the Guest Book and wrote a note in it sooner. A lot has happened since your passing over seven years ago. .
Your daughter passed away a year after you on May 23, 2007. I do not know if you called her to be with you or not. But she was always your favorite since she resembled you. And Neil the first born was of course my favorite. Mom's favorites are usually sons and Dad's are daughters.
Hopefully our son will bury me and I not bury him. Burying...

Dear Eugene
One year ago today our Lord called you to come and live with him in Heaven. It must have been hard to leave every one you loved so dearly, yet there is comfort in knowing you are preparing a place for us to meet with you again someday.
Your sister-in-law

Happy 68th Birthday Eugene. Sorry I missed all your other birthdays. Hope you have one heck of a birthday party up there in Heaven. Here's lookin at ya kid. Naz drov ya
Love, your sister-in-law

HAPPY 1st. BIRTHDAY in HEAVEN WOJ! We are going to continue to celebrate your day with Vern, as we have always done with you and her for the past 27 years. We will all have a beer in your honor.....Not with us in body but always in spirit. We LOVE and MISS YOU!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRANKSHAFT!
Love, Roby & Sheila

Dear LaVern and family,

So sorry to hear about the passing away of Woj. He always had a great sense of humor and made me feel like a family member. I remember what a positive outlook on life he had when we were visiting Fred at Lake West.

I have been thinking about you and want you to know that I care and hope that time eases your pain and sorrow.
Love,
Cheryl Henricksen

Dear LaVern,
My thoughts and prayers have been with you in these past weeks. It's hard to put down on paper all the things I've thought about since Woj passed away. One of the things the priest said at the service will always stay with me. That is his reference to the doors you open each day, but more importantly the one door you can open any time you please and that is the door to your memories. Opening that door to my memories, I recall walking into Station 2 on a early May morning...