Bill Bunten, passed away peacefully Monday, March 13, 2017 in Austin, Texas. Bill was born to the late Harold and Clara Bunten of Greencastle, Indiana and was also preceded in death by his brother, Doyle Bunten.
Bill is survived by his wife of 63 years, Janell Bunten; daughters, Debra E. Bunten, Janet L. Thompson (Terry), Rhonda K. White (Darryl); grandchildren, Eric Etheredge, Madison Thompson, Haley White, Danny White, Kelli White, Megan Thompson; and six great-grandchildren; sister-in-law, Betty Bunten; and brother, Richard Bunten (Dottie).
Bill was a devoted husband, loving father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He served honorably in the United States Air Force for ten years, continuing his career in public service; he joined the United States Post Office and worked as a letter carrier, walking the downtown Austin area for over 25 years. He also owned and operated W. Bunten Service for 26 years. Bill's faith sustained him throughout his life and was a lifelong member of St. Ignatius Martyr Catholic Church in Austin, where he was active in the Men's Club and the Knights of Columbus, Council 10131.
Pallbearers will be Gary Bartsch, Steve Palmer, Charlie Darilek, Mark Hejl, Eddie Cantu and Jessie Ybarbo. Honorary Pallbearers will be Pete Cutting, Pat Sconci and Larry Susen.
Visitation will be held from 5:00 pm – 7:00 pm on Wednesday, March 15, 2017 at St. Ignatius Martyr Catholic Church, 126 West Oltorf, with Recitation of the Holy Rosary to begin at 7:00 pm.
A Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 9:30 am on Thursday, March 16, 2017 at St. Ignatius Martyr Catholic Church.
Entombment will follow at Assumption Cemetery Mausoleum.
Leading the celebration in Bill's life will be Reverend Bill Wack, CSC.
In lieu of flowers memorials can be made in Bill's memory to St. Ignatius Martyr Catholic Church.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little…but not too long, and
Not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared,
Miss me…but let me go.
For this journey we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
go to the friends we know, and
bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me…but let me go.