This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Warren Richard Helsel, 73, born on October 17, 1937 and passed away on September 11, 2011. We will remember him forever.
Warren Richard (Jack ) Helsel of Sanford Florida formerly of Seward, Pennsylvania.Jack passed into the Lord's kingdom on 9-11-2011. he is proceeded in death by his parents Trevlon (jack) and Ada (Null) Helsel and his grandson Chad Eugene Wisner.
He is survived by his wife of 55 years Audrey (McCowen) Helsel. Son Randy Helsel married to Brenda (Wisner) Helsel of New Florence,Pa. Daughter Tamara Stoker and Donald Wilkins of York Pa. Daughter Tracy Stolz married to David Stolz of Nicktown,Pa.
Mr Helsel is also survived by brother Durwood (Butch) Helsel married to Donna (College) Helsel of Burlington New Jersey. Brother Kenneth Helsel married to Marlene (Holland) Helsel of Indian Lake,Pa. Sister Viola Bouch married to James Bouch of Knoxville, TN. Sister Patricia Laughery married to Eugene (Bud) Laughery of Henrico,NC
Mr. Helsel is survived by eleven grandchildren and two great- grandchildren.
Justin Helsel married to Renee (Harnish) Helsel of Seward Pa. Jordan Helsel of Seward,Pa. Judah Helsel of Cambridge Springs,Pa. Glenn Wisner of Blairsville,Pa. Adam Stoker of Grand Forks,ND. Jesse Wilkins of Camp Pendelton,CA. Travis Caldwell of Incline Village,NV. Louis Stolz Michael Stolz, Joseph Stolz and Emily Hutchinson all of Nicktown,Pa.
Great grandchildren Chad Wisner of Seward and Addison Wisner of Blairsville.
Jack was a member of the Pennsylvania National Guard for several years and a member of the Methodist Church.
"Red Man" drove truck with his father in his early years delivering produce from Pittsburgh to Johnstown. later he drove long haul steel for Ohio Fast Freight and Floyd Keeler trucking. He later retired after several years from M&C Trucking with John Muchesko of Seward Pa.
Upon his retirement, he and Audrey traveled the east coast attending gospel concerts,flea and antique markets, and spending time with family.
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Leave a tributeI feel you around me in my times of need and the kids and I share stories to keep your memory alive.....
A simple picture brings back so many memories and I see so much of you in them....
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the Earth,
And saw your tired face.
He put His arms around you,
And lifted you to rest.
God's Garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.
He knew you were suffering,
He knew that you were in pain.
He knew that you would never
get well on Earth again.
He saw the road was getting rough.
And the hills were hard t
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday.
And days before that too.
We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have is memories.
And your picture in a frame.
Your memory is our keepsake.
With which we’ll never part.
God has you in his keeping.
We have you in our heart.
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The day God took you back
The nights drug on into the days and seemed like weeks,
It was only ten days...then last ten days I would see your face, hold your hand, comb your hair....
Nurses from hospice kept telling us "it won't be long" and as Mother and I looked at each other and agreed that it will take as long as he wants it to as he is a stubborn man and only he and God will decide when it is time to say Goodbye.
Travis needed to be at the airport on 9-11 at 5 am but had decided to be dropped off the night before so that I could stay at the home with you for the night as I had been doing since you returned from the hospital. I dropped him off at the airport at 9pm that evening....
Harliquin and I returned to the nursing home around 11pm, blanket in hand for another long night...but something was different....Harley was very aggitated and kept vigil by your bedside with her muzzle on your hand...every difficult breath you took awakened her to a faint cry but she would not leave your bedside or my side.
As we watched the 9-11 memorial service, Amazing Grace began to play.
Harliquin alerted me to your status change and as I watched ....there was no more chest rise, no more breath .....you were gone.
God had chosen to take you home, to free you of your pain and award you eternal life in our hearts and memories.
As the Hospice nurse checked for a heart beat, I snickered a little ...she ask if I was ok and I said yes....but explained to her that your last testiment to us was the time in which you passed....never to be forgotten! 9-11-11 at 9:11am
I took your hand and prayed the Lord's prayer and prepared your body for the funeral director as your soul was already ascending.
After they took you away, I sat in the room with a feeling of such a void....I will never see your face again, I will never hug you again...I will never hear your voice again....until I closed my eyes.....memories starting filling my heart and mind and it reminded me the wonderful life you provided me
A week later I returned to the funeral home and was handed a bag....An American flag and you "in a box." and yet another condolence from the funeral director.
As Emily and I packed up the Jeep and prepared to head back to Pa, it was a quite ride...as we entered Interstate 95, Emily said well "this is Pap's last highway run" and thus the trip back home to Pa would be your last run....we cried as every flat bed eighteen wheeler passed us on that open highway.
Finally you were layed to rest not far from the streets you called home as a child. Your spirit is not there but for us, it is a place to go to "feel" closer to you, to share the weeks happenngs, share yet another "Coney Island" hot dog....
Today marks the third year since you passed but seems like yesterday.
I am at ease knowing you are in no more pain and that I have yet another angel in Heavan to look down upon me.
I love you Dad,
"BOO"