Kenneth J.
Theys
Theys, Kenneth J.
Reunited with his beloved wife Patricia (nee McSweeney) on Tuesday, December 15, 2020 age 76 years. Loving father of Thomas (Danielle), James (Amanda) and Michelle (Gabriel) Buehl. Proud grandpa of Eddie, Josh, Ruby, Landon, Brendon, Rose Ann, Reilly, Guilietta and Grady. Dear brother of Donald (Ruth), Diane (Bob) Kutschera. Brother-in-law of Camille. Further survived by nieces, nephews, other relatives and friends.
Thank you all for your love and support but due to COVID, Private services with Mass are being held at this time. A celebration of Ken’s life will be planned next year.
In lieu of flowers, memorials to Our Lady of Lourdes Hospitality-North American Volunteers, 107 Michaels Ave., Syracuse, NY 13208
https://lourdesvolunteers.org/
heritagefuneral.com
To Michelle and her entire family. We commiserate with you during this time of loss. All of you are in our prayers and thoughts. Knowing that your Dad is reunited with your Mom helps in a way to deal with such a huge loss. Another Angel in Heaven watching over all of you from above. You have our sympathy and if there is anything we can do to help, please let us know. May God bless all of you.
Your parents were such a huge part of my teen years and beyond. My favorite memory of your dad was my first Thanksgiving with you guys. I had only met him maybe once prior. In front of everyone, he asked me to smell the mashed potatoes because “they didn’t smell right”. Ken shoved my face so far in that bowl of potatoes! I knew then, as we all laughed until we cried, that I had found my second family. My heart is with you all.
As a kid, I remember Uncle Kenneth always calling me POGO. That was a cartoon character, and apparently I reminded him of that. At almost any family get together my Uncle Dennis would squeeze my knee and make me jump, and Uncle Kenneth would say “what’s the matter POGO, you don’t like that?”. They were sort of a tag team.
I haven’t spoken to Uncle Kenneth in a couple of years, but a few months ago I was on the phone with my Dad, Uncle Kenneth had just arrived with a meal for them. I could hear his voice in the background, “Hey is that POGO?”. RIP Uncle Kenneth, you deserve it.
My condolences to the Theys family. You can be proud of the man you called Dad, and Grandpa.. He was a kind man. Ken and I had alot laughs at Sacred Heart back in the 50’s. RIP Ken
Kenneth and I are cousins, As kids we grew up minutes away from each other (across the street and then across the alley). Our mothers were sisters, so his house was the go to place if we needed “a cup of sugar”. We would sporadically see each other in church, or on the Milwaukee public bus that took us to our neighborhood. It was a comfortable relationship that we took for granted.
When I was 13 years old, my mother and I were going to take our first plane trip. Because of my tardiness, we missed the public bus that was going to take us to the airport. It was too late to call a taxi. Panic and despiration consumed me. My mother quickly thought of Kenneth. He quickly anwered our call for help. We were happy that he got us to the airport on time. I was especially grateful that he was kind about it. He rescued me, and saved the trip. My mother would always say, “You can count on Kenneth to help”.
As adults we seldom saw each other, but when we did, we always shared religious interests. A couple of years ago, I remember how excited he was when he heard that I was going on a pilgrimage to Our Lady of Lourdes in France.
I am sorry for all of us that Kenneth will not be with us anymore.
May he be comfortably resting in our Lords arms.
He wasn’t just a wonderful Father-in-law but also a friend. He was someone I could confide in. Someone who I knew was always cheering for me – always had my back. I am thankful for all the times we sat in one of my broken down cars waiting for a tow truck. I liked sitting next to you at the dining room table when we would have family dinners at the old house. I really liked your fried potatoes. I loved that you traveled the world and was able to see so many of the places that meant so much to you. I loved that you were able to travel with your children as adults. I loved your generous heart. I loved that you prayed for me. I love you Papa Theys and will miss you terribly.