I knew Bruno from his days in Ossian, Iowa. Lived on a nearby farm. He was a pleasure to be with. God bless him
Don

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I was privileged to have know Bruno through the United Singles for the last 3 years. I often shared a table with him and Helen. When he found out that we both spoke German, he tried and recollected much of our mother-tongue. Unfortunately, he spoke very low and partially because of his missing teeth and my old ears, it was hard to understand him. I often guessed at what language he was using and there was a lot of "ja, ja" on my part. One day, he looked at me and said: "You have no idea what I just said", and I replied "You are absolutely right".
I appreciated his kind and gentle spirit, and his unwavering strength to make light of his suffering. I saw him in the hospital, where I volunteer, while he was going through Chemo, but he never once complained. It must be a German thing. My German mother called it "the inner corset".
In any case, I felt privileged to have known him, and I am sure, he looked down on us all today and smiled.

God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be,
So He put His arms around you and whispered, “Come with me.”
With tearful eyes we watched you suffer, and saw you fading away,
Although we loved you dearly we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, working hands were put to rest,
God broke our heats to prove to us He only takes the best-
Thanks Aggie