Bruce Matson Obituary

Dear Peggy, Eric, Jill, your spouses and Uncle Bruces grandchildren, I was so sorry to hear about your Dad's passing. Uncle Bruce always meant alot to me. As I was growing up and being the oldest grandchild, and he was the youngest child of Nana and Gramp's, we weren't all that far apart in age, we would play board games together, do puzzles, help Uncle Woody with his puzzles, have contsests who could eat the most Norwegian pancakes (Nana must of been making them for hours), watching sports, going to the park, and rough housing. I always felt that I was his "favorite" niece. I was a bit jealous when he married your Mom, I think I was 9, but I was asked to be at the wedding, so it was a honor. My thoughts and prayers are with you at this time. I'm sorry we have lost contact throgh the years. I know what you are going threw, so if you ever need to talk I'll leave my e-mail. Now your DAd can go check up on my Rachael.

Dear Peggy, Eric, Jill and your spouses and Uncle Bruce's grandchildren, I was so sorry to hear about your Dad. Your Dad always meant alot to me. Being the oldest grandchild and Uncle Bruce being the youngest son of Nana & Gramps, we were not all that far apart in age. So when I was at Nana & Gramp's, your Dad was always there for me to "play" with, play games take me to the park, play catch, watch sports with. We would do puzzles and help Uncle Woody with his. We would have contests to see who could eat more Norweigan pancakes, Nana would end up making a ton of pancakes. I always thought that I was his "favorite" niece. I have so many wonderful memories of him. I was a bit jelous when he and your Mom got married, I think I was 9, but I was at the wedding. I just wanted to let you know that my thoughts and prayers are with you all at this time.

Dear Peggy, Eric, and Jill, I'm so sorry to hear of the death of your Dad. Your Dad was special to me. We were the youngest in our families. I'm Henry's daughter. Bruce and I would go with our folks to a restaurant downtown with our folks and he would want my creamer and I would trade cream for honey. At Williams Bay we often walked downtown with our quarters in hand to get an ice cream cone. My memories of your Dad are good ones. I pray that our Lord will comfort each of you. Blessings, Grace Peteson

We want to express our heartfelt sympathy to Bruce's Children and Grandchildren.