Karen H. Moore

May 30, 1939 - Sept. 29, 2011

Karen H. Moore, 72, of Horicon, passed away Thursday, Sept. 29, 2011, surrounded by family at the home of her daughter in Mayville.

Karen was born the daughter of Clarence and Ethelmae (Harvey) Pingle on May 30, 1939, in Boone, Iowa.

Karen is survived by three daughters, Vicki (Joseph) Cotton of Waukesha, Trudy Williams of Mayville and Debra (Gerald West) Seals of Horicon; one sister, Judy Harlan of Grand Rapids, Mich.; grandchildren, Carrie (Kurt) Backes, Sara Bodine, Amber (Trent) Wilson, Tommy (Krystle) Votis, Dawn (Mike) Galusha, Brooke (Keen) Toner, David (Amanda) Williams Jr., Damian (Jessica) Seals, Christopher Whitehead, Stephanie (Chad) Boettcher, Cody Whitehead and Brianna Boettcher; 14 great- grandchildren; and other relatives and friends.

She was preceded in death by her parents; one grandson, Jarrod Brueser; and one sister, Karla Wingate.

No formal funeral service will be held.

Koepsell Funeral Home and Cremation Services in Mayville, 920-387-4440, is serving the family. Online condolences may be made at www.koepsellfh.com.

Grandmother Funeral Poem for the grandchildren of Karen Moore

Grandchild, please don't mourn me I'm still here,
though you don
't see.
'm right by your side each night and day
and within your heart I long to stay.
My body is gone but I
'm always near,
'm everything you feel, see or hear.
My spirit is free, but I
'll never depart
as long as you keep me alive in your heart.
'll never wander out of your sight,
'm the brightest star on a summer night.
'll never be beyond your reach,
'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach.
'm the colorful leaves when autumn's around,
and pure white snow that blankets the ground.
'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond,
the clear cool water in a quiet pond.
'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring,
the first warm raindrop that April will bring.
'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine,
and you
'll see that the face in the moon is mine.
When you start thinking there
's no one to love you,
you can talk to Grandma through the Lord above you.
'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees,
and you
'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze.
'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep,
and the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep.
'm the smile you see on a baby's face.
Just look for me, grandchild, I
'm every place!

~ Author unknown