Robert Coats, age 78, of rural Omro, died suddenly and unexpectedly Monday morning, December 11, 2006 at his residence. Bob was born on the family homestead July 2, 1928 the son of Ezra and Lutie (Stiller) Coats. He married Beverly Butkiewicz of Omro on March 2, 1957. Together this union was blessed with six children. Bob farmed and resided his entire life on the Coats family homestead outside of Omro. Bob had many passions in life. Spending time with his children and grandchildren was very important to him and always brought him much joy. Bob was a true sportsman who loved the outdoors and deer hunting. For the past 61 years he hunted with family and friends on the Rat River in Wabeno, WI. In addition to this, he also enjoyed tending to his animals, camping, gardening, watching sports and in his younger years playing baseball for several Omro and Waukau teams.

Bob is loved and will be missed by his wife of over 49 years, Beverly; sons, Lawrence (Sveta), Gerald (Brenda), Terry "Charlie" (Brenda); daughters, Catherine (Randy) Heise and LuAnn (fiancée Tom Radtke); grandchildren, Christopher, Natasha, Kevin, Kenneth, Melissa, Brandon, Taylor, Amanda; great granddaughter Tatum; sisters, Helen Carpenter, Ruth (Dan) McDonald, and Marion Oleson; sisters in law, Dorothy Coats and Eva Mae Coats; brothers in law, James (Dottie) Butkiewicz, Keith (Kathy) Butkiewicz and Alan (Luann) Butkiewicz; Christopher's Mom, Cyndy Stertz; nieces, nephews, other relatives and many friends. Bob was preceded in death by his parents, infant son, Thomas; brothers, Elwin, Rexford, Lawrence and Clair Coats; brothers in law, Melvin Carpenter, Richard Butkiewicz, and Frank Oleson; and sisters in law, Judy Butkiewicz and Agnes Coats.

In respect to Bob's memory, visitation will be held at the Omro Funeral Home on Wednesday, December 13, 2006 from 4:00 P.M. until 8:00 P.M. and then again on Thursday, December 14, 2006 from 10:00 A.M. until the time of the Funeral Service at 11:00 A.M. with Rev. Randall King officiating. Burial will follow in the Rushford Cemetery.

There's a house at the end of a well worn road. It's old, but it still stands tall. Its foundation is based on love and trust, and inside, there's enough love for all. It's a house where laughter fills every room and comfort is easy to find, where troubles and cares seem to disappear and fond memories come to mind. I've traveled this road many times, and each time that I come to its end, I find happiness peace, and hearts content.
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