Joseph Spohn
Died: August 24, 2005 | Place: Residence
Services
Visitation
Not available at this time
Service
Not available at this time
Interment
Not available at this time
Obituary
SPOHN….
At his residence on Wednesday, August 24th, 2005 Joseph Spohn of London in his 98th year. Beloved husband of the late Anna (Theisz) Spohn. Dear father of Andrew Spohn and his wife Catherine of Baltimore, EIizabeth Porretta and her husband Antonio of Phelpston and Margaret Wright and her husband Bill of London. Predeceased by his brothers Karl, Michael, Frank, Jacob and John and his sister Theresa. Loving grandfather of 11 grandchildren and 9 great-grandchildren.
Friends will be received by the family from 7 to 9 pm. on Friday at the A. Millard George Funeral Home, 60 Ridout Street South, London. A funeral mass will be celebrated at St. Martin of Tours Catholic Church, 46 Cathcart Street, London on Saturday, August 27th, 2005 at 10:00 am. Interment in St. Mary’s Cemetery, Simcoe to follow at 2:00 pm. Prayers will be said at the funeral home at 7:00 pm. on Friday. As an expression of sympathy, memorial donations may be made to the Canadian Diabetes Foundation 442 Adelaide Street, North London ON N6B 3H8. (Online condolences accepted at www.amgeorgefh.on.ca)
One Comment
Write a Condolence
Make a Donation in honour of Joseph Spohn
Please mail your donations directly to the charity
Burke Flowers
When you order funeral flowers from Burke Flowers, our skilled and compassionate florist will work directly with the funeral home to ensure that your delivery is timely and accurate. Same-day delivery is often available, please call (519) 672-8190 || (800) 303-7413 for a more customized experience.
You gave him his wish – You couldn’t do more.
The follwing is a poem , which made me feel better when my Dad passed away.
I cannot say, and will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered omtp an unknown land.
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you-oh-you,who the wildest yearn,
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear,
In the love of There as the love of Here
Think of him still as the same, I say,
He is not dead- he is just away.