Mr. Shaffer, retired from NCR, Dayton, died Feb. 19 at Upper Valley Medical Center, Troy. He was a member of the Tipp City United Methodist Church and Tippecanoe Masonic Lodge, where he was a 32nd degree Mason. He was also a member of the Troy Senior Center.
He is survived by his wife, Jeanette (Artkamp) Shaffer; two daughters, Mrs. James Reinicke (Sylvia) and Mrs. Martin Edelstein (Jane); a stepson, Larry Englert; a stepdaughter, Mrs. Thomas Waitzman (Karen); and 10 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his first wife, Dorothy Shaffer, in 1964; his parents, Rudolph and Ethel (Yount) Shaffer; and a brother.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
~ Mary Frye
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
Mr. Shaffer, retired from NCR, Dayton, died Feb. 19 at Upper Valley Medical Center, Troy. He was a member of the Tipp City United Methodist Church and Tippecanoe Masonic Lodge, where he was a 32nd degree Mason. He was also a member of the Troy Senior Center.
He is survived by his wife, Jeanette (Artkamp) Shaffer; two daughters, Mrs. James Reinicke (Sylvia) and Mrs. Martin Edelstein (Jane); a stepson, Larry Englert; a stepdaughter, Mrs. Thomas Waitzman (Karen); and 10 grandchildren.
He was preceded in death by his first wife, Dorothy Shaffer, in 1964; his parents, Rudolph and Ethel (Yount) Shaffer; and a brother.
***********************************
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
~ Mary Frye
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.
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