Wednesday, December 3, 2025
In Loving Memory of Our Papa,
William G. Menter
From Nathan & Hagen Menter
Papa, some of our greatest memories begin with the sound of your very loud voice breaking the early-morning silence — the kind of wake-up call only you could deliver. Before the sun even thought about rising, you were already at our bedsides telling us to get up, get ready, because we were heading out on another adventure.
Those mornings meant everything to us. Whether we were going fishing, berry picking, or off to some new diner you had discovered and insisted we had to try for breakfast, being with you made it special. Half the time, the stories started before we even walked out the door — tales about fishing, hunting, or funny moments you loved to retell, each one making us laugh.
We can still hear that unmistakable hum you made to clear your throat — a sound that somehow became part of the rhythm of our days with you.
Food was one of your truest gifts, Papa. Not just eating it — sharing it. You were always dropping off fresh bread, berries, or fish to people who helped you, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And we’ll never forget your carefully packaged sauce, each container labeled with the exact number of meatballs meant for each person. You brought donuts even when no one said they wanted any — and we always ended up eating them anyway. And of course, no day with you was complete without ice cream to finish it off.
Your love of Elvis movies has stayed with us too. Honestly, it’s impossible to watch one now without thinking of you — your presence, your warmth, your way of making even quiet moments feel meaningful.
Papa, you passed so much on to your family: your humor, your generosity, your traditions, your stories, and your love for life’s simple adventures. We carry those with us every day.
We miss you more than words can say.
Thank you for the memories we will hold forever.
We love you,
Nathan & Hagen
