Donald E. North
November 2, 1934 ~ September 21, 2012
Resided in:
Erie, PA
Donald E. North, 77, of Edinboro, passed away, Friday, September 21, 2012 at UPMC Hamot. He was born November 2, 1934 in Vail, Iowa, a son of Sears North and Olive Dowling North. He married Elizabeth Roseberry on September 23, 1978, she survives.
He was a 1953 graduate of Dow City High School and was employed as a machinist.
Donald served his country with the US Army during the Korean War.
In addition to his wife Elizabeth he is survived by four children, Gaylon North of Pacoima, California, David B. Walton and his wife Kim of Palm Springs, California, Sherry Shadle of Pacoima, California, and Peggy Hetrick and her husband Harold of Meadville; eight grandchildren; several great grandchildren; two sisters, Arlene Birney of Broken Bone, Nebraska and Shirley Garrett of Dow City, Iowa; two brothers, Glenn North and his wife Jacqueline of Dow City, Iowa and John North and his wife Angie of Denver, Colorado.
He was preceded in death by his parents; two brothers, Arlow and James North; a sister, Olive Griffin; and a granddaughter, Jennifer Hetrick.
There will be no services or calling hours.
Burial will take place in Union Township Cemetery, Dow City, Iowa.
Please take a moment to share a memory or condolence on Donald's Book of Memories online at www.roofnercollinswarrenfh.com
Arrangements are in the care of Roofner-Collins-Warren Funeral Home and Cremation Services, Inc., 544 Chestnut Street, Meadville.
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So sorry for your loss, Liz. Prayers to you and your family.
I remember the hunting and the odd and end projects, you will be sadly missed Don R.I.P. and love and comfort to my sister Liz.
Rest in peace Grandpa I miss you.
Not how did he die,but how did he live?
Not,what did he gain, but what did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth of a man as a man, regardless of birth.
Not what was his church, nor what was his creed, but had he befriended those really in need?
Was he ever ready, with a word of good cheer,
to bring back a smile, to banish a tear?
Not what did the sketch in the newspaper did say, but how many were sorry when he passed away?
Dad, I will miss you so very much.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.