1948-2016
Kenneth Hull
Lovingly memorialized by Katherine Hull on February 4, 2016
Dr. Kenneth L. Hull (1948-2016) died peacefully on 01/12/16 in Ventura CA at 67 years of age, after a protracted and difficult illness. He was born in 1948 in Berkeley CA to Emeral Wayne Hull and Inez Mary Hull, but lived the majority of his childhood in West Covina, where he completed his K-12 schooling, graduating from Edgewood High School in 1966.
Ken, his siblings, and parents took full advantage of the growing numbers of amenities in Southern California of the ‘50s and ‘60s, generally taking a car trip nearly every Sunday to the mountains, beaches or desert, hiking in nature, studying local history, and partaking of the growing number of entertainment venues. Disneyland was a beloved spot, but visits to LA Museums, the Dodgers and Angels baseball games and to films at many storied Hollywood theaters were also favorites. The entire family traveled extensively in the US by car during the nearly annual, one-month summer vacations. These frequently included visiting relatives in Texas and Pennsylvania, but also involved enjoying nature through camping and hiking at a wide variety of National Parks from California to Maine. By the end of the last vacation in 1967, the family had visited 45 States, the District of Columbia and two Canadian Provinces. Meanwhile at home, Ken demonstrated an early interest in science. He constructed his own “Brainiac” computer, built a Newtonian-Cassegrain telescope with friend Tom Todd by grinding their own 15 inch mirror, and performed numerous chemical experiments, including developing photos, in the garage, all before going to college. He attended Cal State Fullerton University and received a B.A. in Chemistry in 1970. He then pursued graduate studies at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, receiving a M.S. in Chemistry and a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics in 1979, the latter for developing computational methodologies for “detecting the undetectable gamma ray”.
During this time, Ken went out on a blind date set up by his good friend Vicky. Here he met the woman he would eventually marry, Jackie. However, it almost didn’t come to be as the date started out, in a word, disastrous. His love of singing and driving, however, changed Jackie’s mind about him and the rest was history. They were married in April 1975 and celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary in 2015.
Ever the California kid, Michigan winters proved to be too much for him so six months after their wedding, Ken and Jackie moved back to California. They would relocate several times for his work eventually staying in Las Vegas, NV. Eventually though, his work and long daily commute became too routine and dull. He relished a challenge. So, he began to apply to other, more stimulating, positions. He ended up getting transferred by EG and G Corporation and relocated to their Goleta facility back in Southern California.
He loved the many opportunities he had through this company’s contracting. He was able to travel across North America and Europe to collaborate on national safety and reliable energy. He relished these trips to meet and discuss with other scientists from around the world. He also traveled across the U.S. working with various government agencies including the Secret Service under three different presidents.
Ken loved to travel for work or pleasure. He loved meeting new people and, as he put it, “going exploring”. He loved taking the road less traveled even though that often led him into scrapes: such as the time he took a dirt road and found himself surrounded by armed guards all aiming their guns at him. He had millions of stories similar to that one.
The 90’s were a difficult period for him. He dealt with the folding of EG and G, the loss of his father and father-in-law, as well as his own financial and medical difficulties. However, he made the best of things and decided to pursue another of his passions: teaching.
He started out at the community college level. He would spend hours preparing for his classes. He wanted to make the classes as fun and engaging as possible. Sadly, he found that his hands were increasingly tied by administrators. So, although he enjoyed teaching at the Community College level, he decided to try his hand at high school science.
In 1997, he joined the L.A. District Intern program. He was placed at Jordan High school in Watts. Any sane individual would have been nervous about attending this school after the veteran teachers’ tips. Perhaps he felt protected by his 6’8” height, but mostly his philosophy meant that he never judged a book by its cover and thus he went into his classes not nervous, but excited. He was excited to share the joys of science, especially physics and chemistry, with the students. He quickly discovered that there was a language barrier with many of his students. However, explosions and his “mad-scientist” laugh transcended all languages. He caught and, more importantly, held their interest. He also respected them. He knew that they were capable of amazing things and wanted to make sure that they knew it very well. As a consequence, he would go out into “The Projects” day or night to tutor the students, chat with parents, or just hang out with the families. He cared about every last one of them. He also had no sense of fear or danger. That’s the kind of guy he was. He would be so blinded by his desire to help others, he wouldn’t notice the danger he put himself into, nor the toes he may be stepping on. He never was able to understand office politics, so his time at Jordan was cut short.
Shortly after he left teaching, he became disabled. This made it difficult for him to pursue some of his passions. Instead, he turned to what he considered the most important aspect of his life: his immediate family.
He felt as though by working so hard, for so long, across the U.S. and abroad, that he had been neglecting his daughter Katherine. She was his world and he wanted to be as much a part of her life as possible. He was immensely proud when she graduated from high school and then again when she attended, and graduated from, his Alma Mater. He pushed her to be the amazing person he knew she was. He would also come down and visit her any chance he had often fitting in a trip to Disneyland at the same time.
Sadly, in 2012, he became very ill and never fully recovered. On January 12, 2016, he passed away peacefully surrounded by his wife, daughter, and sister while listening to his favorite book.
He is predeceased by his parents, their siblings, and two of his daughters, Karen and Kelly Hull.
He is survived by his Wife Jacqueline K. Hull, their daughter Katherine E. Hull, his sister Shirley Kovacs, his brother Barry Hull, his nephew Kent Kovacs and niece Elaine Kovacs.
He will be dearly missed by all who knew him.
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Ken, his siblings, and parents took full advantage of the growing numbers of amenities in Southern California of the ‘50s and ‘60s, generally taking a car trip nearly every Sunday to the mountains, beaches or desert, hiking in nature, studying local history, and partaking of the growing number of entertainment venues. Disneyland was a beloved spot, but visits to LA Museums, the Dodgers and Angels baseball games and to films at many storied Hollywood theaters were also favorites. The entire family traveled extensively in the US by car during the nearly annual, one-month summer vacations. These frequently included visiting relatives in Texas and Pennsylvania, but also involved enjoying nature through camping and hiking at a wide variety of National Parks from California to Maine. By the end of the last vacation in 1967, the family had visited 45 States, the District of Columbia and two Canadian Provinces. Meanwhile at home, Ken demonstrated an early interest in science. He constructed his own “Brainiac” computer, built a Newtonian-Cassegrain telescope with friend Tom Todd by grinding their own 15 inch mirror, and performed numerous chemical experiments, including developing photos, in the garage, all before going to college. He attended Cal State Fullerton University and received a B.A. in Chemistry in 1970. He then pursued graduate studies at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor, receiving a M.S. in Chemistry and a Ph.D. in Nuclear Physics in 1979, the latter for developing computational methodologies for “detecting the undetectable gamma ray”.
During this time, Ken went out on a blind date set up by his good friend Vicky. Here he met the woman he would eventually marry, Jackie. However, it almost didn’t come to be as the date started out, in a word, disastrous. His love of singing and driving, however, changed Jackie’s mind about him and the rest was history. They were married in April 1975 and celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary in 2015.
Ever the California kid, Michigan winters proved to be too much for him so six months after their wedding, Ken and Jackie moved back to California. They would relocate several times for his work eventually staying in Las Vegas, NV. Eventually though, his work and long daily commute became too routine and dull. He relished a challenge. So, he began to apply to other, more stimulating, positions. He ended up getting transferred by EG and G Corporation and relocated to their Goleta facility back in Southern California.
He loved the many opportunities he had through this company’s contracting. He was able to travel across North America and Europe to collaborate on national safety and reliable energy. He relished these trips to meet and discuss with other scientists from around the world. He also traveled across the U.S. working with various government agencies including the Secret Service under three different presidents.
Ken loved to travel for work or pleasure. He loved meeting new people and, as he put it, “going exploring”. He loved taking the road less traveled even though that often led him into scrapes: such as the time he took a dirt road and found himself surrounded by armed guards all aiming their guns at him. He had millions of stories similar to that one.
The 90’s were a difficult period for him. He dealt with the folding of EG and G, the loss of his father and father-in-law, as well as his own financial and medical difficulties. However, he made the best of things and decided to pursue another of his passions: teaching.
He started out at the community college level. He would spend hours preparing for his classes. He wanted to make the classes as fun and engaging as possible. Sadly, he found that his hands were increasingly tied by administrators. So, although he enjoyed teaching at the Community College level, he decided to try his hand at high school science.
In 1997, he joined the L.A. District Intern program. He was placed at Jordan High school in Watts. Any sane individual would have been nervous about attending this school after the veteran teachers’ tips. Perhaps he felt protected by his 6’8” height, but mostly his philosophy meant that he never judged a book by its cover and thus he went into his classes not nervous, but excited. He was excited to share the joys of science, especially physics and chemistry, with the students. He quickly discovered that there was a language barrier with many of his students. However, explosions and his “mad-scientist” laugh transcended all languages. He caught and, more importantly, held their interest. He also respected them. He knew that they were capable of amazing things and wanted to make sure that they knew it very well. As a consequence, he would go out into “The Projects” day or night to tutor the students, chat with parents, or just hang out with the families. He cared about every last one of them. He also had no sense of fear or danger. That’s the kind of guy he was. He would be so blinded by his desire to help others, he wouldn’t notice the danger he put himself into, nor the toes he may be stepping on. He never was able to understand office politics, so his time at Jordan was cut short.
Shortly after he left teaching, he became disabled. This made it difficult for him to pursue some of his passions. Instead, he turned to what he considered the most important aspect of his life: his immediate family.
He felt as though by working so hard, for so long, across the U.S. and abroad, that he had been neglecting his daughter Katherine. She was his world and he wanted to be as much a part of her life as possible. He was immensely proud when she graduated from high school and then again when she attended, and graduated from, his Alma Mater. He pushed her to be the amazing person he knew she was. He would also come down and visit her any chance he had often fitting in a trip to Disneyland at the same time.
Sadly, in 2012, he became very ill and never fully recovered. On January 12, 2016, he passed away peacefully surrounded by his wife, daughter, and sister while listening to his favorite book.
He is predeceased by his parents, their siblings, and two of his daughters, Karen and Kelly Hull.
He is survived by his Wife Jacqueline K. Hull, their daughter Katherine E. Hull, his sister Shirley Kovacs, his brother Barry Hull, his nephew Kent Kovacs and niece Elaine Kovacs.
He will be dearly missed by all who knew him.
1961-2014
Gilbert Miller
Lovingly memorialized by Jamey Wiley on February 4, 2016
I didn't realize it then, but one of the biggest lessons I learned from my Dad - the value of hard work. He woke up everyday, put on his shoes, and went to work to provide for our family. I could count on one hand how times my dad was sick. Even if he didn't feel good, he would get up and go to work. He truly believed that if you worked hard, treated people right, and with help from God, you could have a good Life. He showed strength and love right up until his last days with us. I hope that one day, when its my time to go, my children can look back, tell funny stories about me, and talk about how I loved them. Then, like my father, I will have led a complete life.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from me, the waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
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I wish I could say you get used to people dying. But I never did. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from me, the waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too.
1938-2016
Charles Alougho Musa
Lovingly memorialized by charles Samuel Musa on February 3, 2016
My father Mr Charles Aluogho Musa was an hero, brave and God fearing dedicated christian, he left behind a good legacy of truth, he was always standing by the truth no mater how biter it sound in the ear of the hearers, he was castigated a lot by his community because of truth he stand behind and this is why he was known by every one in the community and likewise the entire state despite he was very good leaned government retired teacher and very hard working man .
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2002-2016
Dominick Fusto
Lovingly memorialized by Damon Terrelle on February 3, 2016
Good Citizen,Sneaker head,sold snacks and was a hooper.never saw him play foreal.
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1996-2016
Theodore James Tekulve Jr.
Lovingly memorialized by Mona Kelder on February 2, 2016
Theodore James Tekulve Jr. was called home to his loving Father on February 1, 2016. Theodore, age 19, passed away peacefully following injuries acquired from an automobile accident near Peebles, OH that occured on January 19, 2016.
Theodore "Ted" James Tekulve Jr. was born to Janel and Theodore Tekulve on the 10th of October, 1996 in Athens, OH. Theodore was a freshman at Ohio University studying biomolecular sciences and engineering following his 2015 graduation with honors from Archbishop McNicholas High School.
Theodore enjoyed the outdoors whether he was snowboarding, playing football and baseball, or shooting basketball with his father. He loved spending time cooking with his mother and Nana, being a church group leader at his local church and grabbing a bite to eat with his friends and girlfriend. He will be remembered by loved ones as funny, brilliant, kind and very loving and caring of family and friends.
Theodore was preceded in his death by his grandfather, Charles James Tekulve, his uncle, Greg Kelder, and his good friend, Andrew Blake Wright.
He will be deeply missed by his mother and father, Janel and Theodroe Tekulve; his aunts, Mona Kelder and Jess Griend-Tekulve; his uncle, Matt Griend; and his cousin, Sydney Griend-Tekulve; as well as by many friends and his girlfriend.
Theodore will be cremated and his ashes will be dispersed over the Grand Canyon, his favorite vacation spot and into the waters of Strouds Run, his favorite place to go fishing with his father.
In lieu of flowers, we request that family and friends offer up donations to Cancer research for children at https://www.childrenscancer.org/main/ways_to_donate/ in honor of Theodore.
God Bless all.
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Theodore "Ted" James Tekulve Jr. was born to Janel and Theodore Tekulve on the 10th of October, 1996 in Athens, OH. Theodore was a freshman at Ohio University studying biomolecular sciences and engineering following his 2015 graduation with honors from Archbishop McNicholas High School.
Theodore enjoyed the outdoors whether he was snowboarding, playing football and baseball, or shooting basketball with his father. He loved spending time cooking with his mother and Nana, being a church group leader at his local church and grabbing a bite to eat with his friends and girlfriend. He will be remembered by loved ones as funny, brilliant, kind and very loving and caring of family and friends.
Theodore was preceded in his death by his grandfather, Charles James Tekulve, his uncle, Greg Kelder, and his good friend, Andrew Blake Wright.
He will be deeply missed by his mother and father, Janel and Theodroe Tekulve; his aunts, Mona Kelder and Jess Griend-Tekulve; his uncle, Matt Griend; and his cousin, Sydney Griend-Tekulve; as well as by many friends and his girlfriend.
Theodore will be cremated and his ashes will be dispersed over the Grand Canyon, his favorite vacation spot and into the waters of Strouds Run, his favorite place to go fishing with his father.
In lieu of flowers, we request that family and friends offer up donations to Cancer research for children at https://www.childrenscancer.org/main/ways_to_donate/ in honor of Theodore.
God Bless all.
1956-2016
Glenn Cole
Lovingly memorialized by Danielle Cole on February 1, 2016
On January 28, 2016, Glenn Cole took a step or a leap. Or he sailed on new wings. Or he paddled in a canoe he built from twigs and discarded treasure—as he made his way to the spirit world. And now, when you find a feather or a four-leaf clover he is reaching out. Glenn was not perfect but he was perfectly wonderful. Adept at knowing what to do and always willing to do what you needed. He displayed his affection in hard work and quietness. In accepting and forgiving. He was a fixer, a tinkerer, a McGyver—doing all jobs: from odd to very odd. He wanted you to smile and laugh and would build an elf door in your tree without pointing it out so you could have the magic moment of discovering it for yourself. He would help out strangers and talk back to animals because all spirits were equal to him. Everyone he met was inspired by his loving and helpful nature. He has left this physical world but not before welding and soldering us tightly together. The blessing of his memory will be carried on by his devoted loving wife, Lisa (nee McCole); his children: Denise, Danielle, Kathleen Colson (Mike Valdez), and Charles (Chuck) Colson; his grandchildren: Kiley and Willow; mother-in-law Ruth McCole; brothers: Elmer and Dale (Anne) Cole, Larry and Michael McCole, John Roberts, Robert Rodenbaugh, Wayne Colflesh, Robert Maggi; and sisters: Jennifer Cole (Vincent), Alicia Zanzinger; many loving nieces and nephews; and by a flock of friends spread far and wide. To know him was to love him always and all ways. A private celebration of Glenn's life will be held at a later date. In his memory, perform a random act of kindness, or many.
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2016
Jose Gonzales
Lovingly memorialized by paul beaver on February 1, 2016
Jose was more than just your average hispanic seventeen year old. His favorite subject in school was auto tech. Jose loved his lowrider.
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1947-2016
Leonard H. Engelter
Lovingly memorialized by The Engelter Children on February 1, 2016
Leonard H. Engelter, age 68, passed away peacefully on January 15th 2016 at Medical Center of Trinity in Florida. Hal was born September 29th, 1947, in Marshall Michigan, to Leonard and Frances (Thunder) Engelter. He graduated from Marshall High School in 1966. He joined the US Navy, was stationed in San Diego and served two tours in Vietnam. He then worked as a police officer for the San Diego Police Department and upon retirement from the force worked in sales.
Throughout his life, Hal made lasting impressions on everyone that he met. His humor, laughter and sarcasm kept those around him smiling. Hal’s opinions were known far and wide as he loved to discuss his views on politics and life. Hal loved a good debate and always had plenty to say. He was charismatic and charming and many times proclaimed that could “sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.” He was a loyal 49ers fan and always rooted for the red and gold. Hal retired in New Port Richie, Florida where he enjoyed the warm weather and fishing with his friends.
He is survived by his children Chris, Scott, Katie, Meggie and Lucy and 5 grandchildren (Chase, River, Ryder, Chloe and a baby boy on the way).
He will be deeply missed, but his memories will live in our hearts forever. We welcome you to pay tribute to Hal on this memorial page and share your happy memories of this man who was truly one of a kind.
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Throughout his life, Hal made lasting impressions on everyone that he met. His humor, laughter and sarcasm kept those around him smiling. Hal’s opinions were known far and wide as he loved to discuss his views on politics and life. Hal loved a good debate and always had plenty to say. He was charismatic and charming and many times proclaimed that could “sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman in white gloves.” He was a loyal 49ers fan and always rooted for the red and gold. Hal retired in New Port Richie, Florida where he enjoyed the warm weather and fishing with his friends.
He is survived by his children Chris, Scott, Katie, Meggie and Lucy and 5 grandchildren (Chase, River, Ryder, Chloe and a baby boy on the way).
He will be deeply missed, but his memories will live in our hearts forever. We welcome you to pay tribute to Hal on this memorial page and share your happy memories of this man who was truly one of a kind.
1952-2016
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