Birth date: Nov 15, 1941 Death date: Sep 5, 2015
Jerry Rudolph Koppenol, Sr. passed away on Saturday, September 5, 2015. He was born on November 15, 1941 in Madisonville, LA to the late Rudolph H. Koppenol and Marguerette Barton Koppenol. Jerry was a life-long resident of Madis Read Obituary
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill what never dies.” ~ William Penn
Mrs. Kay, Our hearts are with you, Olivia and the boys. In times like these, the distance really is so much harder. We are only a phone call away if you need us. We love you Mrs. Kay.
My favorite memory of Grandpa Jerry was my first trip to Tylertown. I was only 15 years old. It was my first trip up there and my first time meeting the Rest of Jake's family. I was a nervous wreck. But, I had gotten in the truck to go to town with him and on our way back he pointed over at the cemetery and said "Hey Christy, How many people you think are dead in that cemetery?" Of course me being 15, and gullible as can be, I quickly began to count! I spit out a number! He laughed soooo hard and said "All of them!" I knew from that moment on that I loved that man! He was always so kind to me and always made me feel welcome and loved. I can't even explain how much Jake is going to miss him. We will miss seeing him at the family get-togethers that he always attended too. He has always been the friendly, loving soul that could brighten anyone's day. We love you. -Christy, Jake, Brandon, and Madison Lakes
We are so sorry Kay and family for your loss. Jerry was such a wonderful person. He will be missed.
One of my fondest memories of being with Uncle Jerry was when we went crawfishing after a heavy rain. Several family members jumped into his truck and we drove toward the coast guard camp in Madisonville. We made it to the first curve and he stopped the truck. The water was about ankle deep over the road. He told us to jump out and start crawfishing. We looked at him like he was crazy, what crawfish was going to be on the asphalt. Little did we know that the high water made them search for higher ground and the road was it. We started scooping them up in the nets and throwing them in the back of the truck. We made quite a haul that night. Best fun ever.
When I was younger, I spent many days and nights at Aunt Linda's and Uncle Jerry's home. There are many wonderful memories. I can remember after spending all day at his house and just at dusk starting home through the woods, he would tell me to watch out for the headless man walking around or the silk woman, then he would laugh and say he was only joking, but that did not stop me from running all the way home. Another thing he would do is during a Holiday, he would call pretending to be the Easter Bunny, or Santa, or Tom Turkey. I never out grew waiting to see what Holiday he would call. I really will miss him. When I lost my dad, being around Uncle Jerry gave me comfort and I felt as if I was still connected to my dad.
Our prayers and thoughts are with you.
My thoughts and prayers are with you, Kay & family & David & family.
Prayers to the Koppenol Family
