Donald William Theusch, Sr

September 23, 1930 - September 29, 2007
Donald William Theusch, Sr

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Donald William Theusch Sr. died Saturday September 29, 2007, at home.

Born September 23, 1930, in Kenmare, ND, the son of the late Gerhard John (Jack) Theusch and Odelia Schumacher. He is preceded by his brother Julian, and Sister Agatha.
Don retired from the US Navy , serving 1947-1967 during the Korean and Vietnam conflicts. During his retirement he loved to spend time with his family, fishing and his dogs ( Queenie, Tiki, Chop Chop, Casper and Kim).
Surviving is his beloved wife, Virginia Carol Theusch of 48 years; and his loving children, Tammy Myrie (Michael Beasley), Donna Odelia (Gil Navarrette), and Donald William Theusch Jr. (Maggie). He is also survived by his Grandchildren, Sonja (Kelly), Jessica (Joe), William III, Jack (Marlena), Garrett, Jason, Julia, Cara, McNeil, Sergio, Yitzel and 2 Great Grandchildren. Also surviving are his siblings, Selina Rose, Eileen Clara, Luella Margaret, Marvin Wilfred, Marjorie Catherine and Ellen Laura. . His sister-in-law Marie Miller, Madeline Batson (Robert), brother-in-law Wilton Harris (Veronica), and many nieces and nephews. Private services pending
Donald will be laid to rest at Oleander Memorial Gardens. The family would like to express a special note of thanks and appreciation to all who made Donald’s life so special. He never met a stranger!


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  • October 28, 2007
    Jessica says:
    The grass was a green, we will never see here on earth. The rolling hills took me to a lake of clear light blue water, a slight breeze caused the water to ripple on the edge. In the distance someone sits, under an old oak tree. The leaves sway in the breeze as the petite clouds pass ahead. Everything seems perfect. The sight is refreshing. I walk towards the person sitting in white under the tree. It is him. Fishing, not to catch anything, just to pass the time. He is waiting patiently to be reunited. "It is ok here. I am home. I will meet you all at the gates. Don't be sad for me. I am home." At this moment I realized I was standing next to you Grandpa. The colors of the place you call home was so inviting. You are home. The smile on your face was so calming. I sit next to you, looking over the water. For a split second I was home. Bringing myself back to reality, for I am not home yet. But I'll never forget my visit with you Grandpa. Together, at home.

  • December 17, 2007
    Donald William Theusch III says:
    Dear Grandpa, I love you and miss you dearly. As a child growing up I saw you grandpa as a hero in so many ways. As I got older and got into problems weather in school, parents or even with the law you showed me tough love.In my ignorince I saw a tough,strong grandfather giving me a hard time, but as I got older I learned its your way of showing love because you want to see me do good and make some thing of my self.Theres so many reasons I want to be a strong willed man as you are. And to this day I cry and try to stay stong for you. Along with that, try my best to live up to you name here on out! We all miss you and Ill help grandma any way I can. Yall are my heart. And to this day you are still my hero! I love you grandpa and cant wait to meet you there!

  • December 14, 2007
    Ol' timers in NH says:
    You probably wont remember us but we remember Donald and Carol and the kids from town here in tilton. Wanted to say sorry for your loss. Your family is in our prayers. God bless

  • December 09, 2007
    Jess says:
    hey gramps, was thinking of you today. I was sitting down at the table and I dazed off into a day dream, as if to live our last conversation again, maybe it is you not allowing me to forget it. I asked you if the food was good, you answered as if you expected me to ask it with a prompt "No." Normally in the past you would pick on me, or speak to me with a stern voice, I know out of love. But this time, this time was different. You spoke to me as if I was as close to you as a friend. The calmness over your voice made me feel as if it would be ok. Even though I know you are ok, it still hurts to think what I could have said, how I could have made that trip down to see you, how I could have, would have, should have... I guess Im trying to say, thank you for our last conversation, and you owe me a fishing trip. J

  • February 02, 2008
    Jess says:
    You know, I was telling a friend about you the other day. I mimicked the way you would talk when you would "speak in different languages" and 'til this day I don't know if it was or not, but we shared in a laugh... And that friend said, he must have been a great guy... and I said, " you don't know the half of it."