Vivian Petersen's Obituary
Mrs. Vivian Sophia Petersen, age 101, of Weyauwega, WI, passed away Thursday, November 2nd, 2006 at the Weyauwega Health Care Center. She was born in Town of Dayton, Waupaca County, on April 12, 1905, the daughter of Lewis and Blanche E. (Jay) Schroeder. She married Arnold Grunwald on June 8, 1927 in Waupaca. He preceded her in death on February 13, 1963. Vivian married Henry Petersen on September 9, 1967 in the Town of Dayton. He preceded her in death on December 4, 1981. She is survived by Daughter: Lucile (Warren) Peterson, Waupaca, WI; Grandchildren: Warren J. (Sally) Peterson, Green Bay, WI; Kathleen (Jerome) Wohlt, Fremont, WI; Great Grandchildren: Katrina (Tony) Dering, Fremont, WI; David (Tammy) Wohlt, Fremont, WI; Michael (Rochele) Wohlt, Fremont, WI; Daniel (Michele) Wohlt, Fremont, WI; Great Great Grandchildren: Courtney, Megan, Edward, William,; Gabriel, T.C., Logan, Lily, & Zacahary. Brother: Phillip (Katie) Schroeder, Sun Prairie, WI. Vivian was preceded in death by her parents; her first husband, Arnold; second husband, Henry; son, Arnold Jr.; three brothers and two sisters. A funeral service will be held at 1:30 PM on Sunday, November 5, 2006 at the Holly Funeral Home in Waupaca with Reverend Joan Frost officiating. Interment will be in Parfreyville Cemetery, Town of Dayton, Waupaca County. A visitation will be held at the funeral home on Sunday from 12 Noon until the time of the service. This was Vivian's favorite prayer - Dear God: Help me be a good sport in this game of life. I don't ask for an easy place in the lineup. Put me anywhere you need me. I only ask that I can give you 100% of everything I have. If all the hard drives seem to come my way, I thank you for the compliment. Help me remember that you never send a player more trouble than he can handle. And, help me, Lord, to accept the bad breaks as part of the game. May I always play on the square, no matter what the others do. Help me study the Book so I'll know the rules. Finally, God, if the natural turn of events goes against me and I'm benched for sickness or old age, help me to accept that as part of the game, too. Keep me from whipering that I was framed or that I got a raw deal. And when I finish the final inning, I ask for no laurels. All I want is to believe in my heart that I played as well as I could and that I didn't let you down.
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