Birth date: Aug 19, 1942 Death date: May 29, 2009
Raymond Wayne Budde passed away on Friday, May 29, 2009. Beloved husband of 47 years to Nancy Mozockie Budde; loving father of Richard Joseph Budde and his wife Tracey, Roxanne Budde and Mike Williams, Regina B. Delatte and her h Read Obituary
Grandpa will be missed deeply and he could never be replaced i will remember him for the great person that he was i remember when my toes got cut off and he carried me in his arms and put me in the truck and took me home. Grandpa tought me alot when it came to fencing and farming and big trucks i remember five years old changing tires and greasing the trucks with grandpa or going to town tagging along to his shorts. Im glad he was here to meet my little girl better known as little squeaker.
Sorry for your loss. Our thoughts & prayers are with your family during this difficult time.(My father was Glenn Budde)
Mr.Raymond took me on my 1st trip on the big truck.He tought me how to milk cows,bale hay,and how to drive a big truck.In other words,he tought me how to work.I didn't mind the work,cause he always rewarded me by hooking up the wagon on Sundays and we'd ride horses.He always had a joke to tell (sometimes at my expense) which always made me laugh.He seemed more like my granpa than a family member,cause he's been there my whole life.I will always remember what you told me:the work never stops,theres always something to do.Like when you'd take me and Josh to bring cans to Mr.Normans.You'd sit on the bags to squash them for us, and we'd have to help you up.We always got a kick out of it.You made sure we got our candy money from those cans.I love you granpa and I will miss you very much.
Just wanted to let you know how sorry we are for your loss. We are thinking of you.
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He Is Not Heavy, He Is My Brother
On went my bibs today To remind me how we once did play A phone call from Buster to say...I cannot stay But would you help load some hay? To throw a load, I'd say Is a small price to pay.
Laughter and joy would abound Whenever you were around.
To town we often would run From Bellevue to Balltown was always fun. To Melvin's wine cellar we would go In wind, rain or snow.
Nancy always was aglow With milk bucket or paint brush in tow. Nothing compared to a coat of fresh paint. Her marriage to Buster, we knew her a saint.
From the house to the barn in a boat To do chores, she needed to float.
The house did burn, the farm did sell Load 'em up, go south for a spell. Forty years later, here we are With very little savings in the jar.
The precious jewels we treasure so much Hither and thither, they scattered afar Home they come, if only to spar.
My love for each is never a test Mom's gift to me was letting each know; he is the best.
Many times life hangs by a thread God, for me, has plans instead. I pray my life is now complete, For I must now sit in judgement's seat.
He saved my life with pitchfork in hand, Against him no bull could stand. He carried my home in his arms you know And now, I pray, to Jesus, he go. My Savior Jesus, good will toward him. do show.
I love each of you. Tom and Joseph Budde
John 15:13 No greater love than this, that a man lay down his life for a friend.
Many of us would give our life for a child or a loved one. A true test is to lay down one's life for someone we do not know. I encourage each of you to read the above scripture to better understand the context of what Jesus Christ did for me and for each of us. Brother Buster, along with Jimmy and Kevin, 50 years ago pulled a bull off me on the back farm in Bellevue, Iowa. With that in mind, you may better understand a lil something I wrote concerning the full life Buster lived and how precious his life and family have been to me. Since I can remember, I was always tagging along with Buster and Glenn. They were 8 and 10 years older than I. Keep in mind Buster was only 18, since I was 8 when the bull got me. His life and family have always been intertwined with mine.
I love each of you. Tom and Joseph Budde
my grapa was an amazing man. we love him dearly and that will never change. he will always be here with us and never be forgotten. my grapa was always there for each and every one of us when we needed him the most. things i will miss mostabout my grapa is hearing him come on the four wheeler, him picking on me about driving all the way from tylertown every other day he would say "how did you get here so quick?", and now im glad i have because i got to spend time with him every chance i could while i was there. he is in my heart forever and ever i love you grapa rest in peace and i will see you at heavens gates. love ariel.
Uncle Buster will be missed dearly but his smile, laughter and spirit will live with us forever. I can just hear him saying, "hey froggy!" Love to all in Louisiana and I wish I could be there. Love, Smile and a GREAT BIG HUG: Terra - Scott & kids.
To Buster's family, With great sadness I am sending my sympathy to each of you. Buster was my first cousin (I am LeRoy's daughter) and I have fond memories of visits to the farm, always in awe of the two upstairs boys and girls bedrooms and the huge meals and ice cream cones. He was a great guy and, I am sure, a loving family man, as are his many brothers. May God comfort you with his memories, as He does me in the loss of my sweet Jerry just one year ago. Bette Budde Mottet
I'll miss your laughter and good humor, Bro! I will always remember the many trips when we came to visit you in LA. I remember sleeping at the rest stop with mom and the 4 brothers, seeing my first armadillo there, and packing up a grocery bag of egg sandwiches wrapped in tin foil for the ride back. The simple things in life. I remember flying down in Jim's plane with Kevin and Troy and those naster red ants attacking me as soon as I stepped off the plane - I had to drop my pants and start beating them off!! Some good times, man! Glad we got to spend time with you this past October. See you when I get there - later than sooner, I hope!
Love, Brother Todd
