This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Carol Buss, 70, born December 14, 1941 in Breese, IL, the daughter of Edward and Goldie Skilbeck Dippel. She married H.L.E. (Gene) McKee and later married Charles Buss on November 14, 2002, in Carlyle, IL.
Carol enjoyed travelling and was devoted to helping others in both her personal and professional life. Before retiring Carol worked at St. Josephs Hospital in Highland IL and later managed Project Bread in Greenville IL organizing meals and activities for senior citizens. She loved spending time with family, especially her grand children. We will remember her forever.
Carol is survived by her husband and her 2 children Les (Susan) McKee of Sacramento, CA, Sheila (Steve) Forney of Washburn, IL and her 3 step children Donna (Chuck Davis, significant other) Buss, Tracy (Chuck) Simms, and Chuck Buss; her 5 grandchildren and 4 step grandchildren; her 14 great-grand children and 4 step great-grand children; as well as 2 brothers Robert (Jenny) Dippel of Granite City, IL and Tom Dippel of Granite City, IL.
Her parents, 1 great grandchild and 1 step great grandchild preceded her in passing.
The family will honor Carol with a private service at Beckemeyer Cemetery followed by a celebration of life dinner.
Memorials may be given in her name to St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital.
Tributes
Leave a tributeWe've met only once but I wanted to leave you a note to tell you thank you for blessing me with your daughter, Sheila. She is such an important person to me and to many others. Because of you, my life has so much more joy, I am so thankful for you. ~Rachel Gardner
I remember how happy she looked at my wedding to Joe. She had the prettiest smile on her face. If I can figure how to put it on here, I will.
My you rest in peace, Carol.
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Four Generations
Grandma was great and never spoke an unkind word ever! On Thanksgiving celebrations she made the most wonderful turkey dinner and my grandfather carved it up with an electric knife. I have yet to figure out how to make that turkey turn out as well and juicy as grandmother made it. Represented in this photo is Grandma Dippel surrounded by her great grandchildren, left to right Chris, Jennifer, Goldie Dippel, Tommy, Stephanie, and Melissa.
She was a great Mom
Les has told me so many stories about the things his Mom did for him. I know that as a single mother she took the time to take him to the zoo more times than he can remember. That she always had time for him, she took him to church every Sunday even though I am sure he would rather fly his kites LOL. So many of the qualities I love about my husband Les was taught to him by his mother. Life is so short and it is over before you know it but she will always live on in the lives of her children and grandchildren. Her stories and values that she taught on will continue. I am sure she is in heaven watching over all of her loved ones.
Carol's Tribute song In The Morning Light
These are the lyrics to Carol's tribute song, "In The Morning Light lyrics (Yanni)"
I wake up to see you
Standing in the morning light.
I reach out to touch you,
But all that I get
Is a memory, and yet, I feel you are near
But my vision's not clear.
Yet I have your image always in view,
I'm forever thinking of you.
I feel you watching me
Quietly in the morning light.
I try to find some peace of mind
In knowing you're where
You don't have a care.
I take comfort that You no longer have
To keep living in a world full of pain,
But I ache to see you again.
On rainy days I sit and think of our lost years,
The times we spent apart just fill my eyes with tears,
But fields of wild flowers and yellow butterflies
Remind me of you and make me smile.
I walk in to your room
And stand there in the morning light.
I cherish the memories:
Your robe on a hook,
The pictures you took.
I can smell your perfume
On the clothes in your room.
Everything I see makes your loss hard to bear,
I see you everywhere.
I live now in a still world
Listening in the morning light.
I strain to hear a familiar voice
But all that I hear
Is the sound of my tears.
Then from a far place
Comes the slightest trace
Of your voice saying,
"I'm all right, you see, and I always will be."