Royal M. Harvey, 82, died at the Clement J. Zablocki VA Medical Center in Milwaukee on Monday, June 4, 2007. He was born in Racine on September 25, 1924 to the late Royal and Ida (nee: Koening) Harvey. In 1947 he married the former Levia Marabelli. She preceded him in death on June 5, 1987. Mr. Harvey served his country with the U.S. Army in the European and American Theaters during WWII where he received the Purple Heart. He retired as a self-employed carpenter. His survivors include his children, Gary Harvey of Milwaukee, Dennis Harvey of Topeka, KS, Terry (Terry) Harvey of Racine, Randy (Kathy) Harvey of Kenosha, Barbara Reynolds of Racine, Pam (Wayne) Korte of Kenosha; 9 grandchildren; 3 great grandchildren; brother, Paul (Rose) Harvey of Caledonia; brother-in-law, John (Norma) Marabelli of Kenosha and numerous nieces, nephews and other relatives. In addition to his parents and wife, Levia, his brother, Lloyd Harvey preceded him in death. A service celebrating Royal’s life will be held in the Draeger-Langendorf Funeral Home on Thursday, June 7, 2007 at noon with Rev. Linda Vance officiating. Burial with military honors will follow in Holy Cross Cemetery in Caledonia. There will be a visitation in the funeral home on Thursday from 11:00 a.m. until noon. Memorials in Mr. Harvey’s name have been suggested to the American Cancer Society. The family wishes to extend a special thank you to the Zablocki VA Medical Center for the excellent treatment Royal received while in their care.
Harley Cammers says
Barb the old saying is true: “most of the time when it rains it pours.” We’re still grieving the loss of dearly beloved “Tom” and now a double whammy. You’re in our thoughts and prayers. We have a powerful christian hope within the pages of our bible. (1 Cor. chap. 15). Men and women can be very fickle at times; they can fail us, disappoint us, and let us down. Our reigning God is rock solid and iron clad in his guarantee; victory is certain. A grand reunion awaits us. It will be the beautiful, shimmering, radiant reunion of our souls (the very essence of life itself) without the excess baggage of our sinful bodies. Then death will have been swallowed up in victory. Then the sting and the sorrow will be gone. Kinda like moving out of state. You always make new friends, but you always leave some dearly beloved behind. Keep hope alive. Warm Regards,
Harley