Patricia Louise (Steinke) Warner, 59, Augusta, passed away unexpectedly Wednesday morning.
Patti was born November 26, 1956 in Milwaukee, WI and spent most of her life in the Eau Claire, WI area. She worked as the Town of Bridge Creek Treasurer from 1996 until the time of her passing. Patti loved animals, and felt an especially strong kinship with horses. She was a barrel racer when she was young, and remained an avid rider and horse lover all her life. She married Wesley Warner (Augusta) in October of 1994. Before Patti’s passing, the two had moved into their nearly finished new home, of which she was incredibly proud. Patti was kind-hearted and selfless, she was excited to help people, and went out of her way to touch lives. Many people she helped didn’t know who she was, or why she was helping them, and that was the way Patti preferred it. Patti was special, one of a kind, anyone who was blessed to know her had a better life for it. She left us far too soon, and her loss will resonate throughout the community for years to come.
Patti is survived by her husband, Wesley Warner; her children, Paige Schmitt (Eric Lindegren), Ryan (Seraphina) Schmitt, and Bill (Susan) Warner; her grandchildren, Mackenzie, Mishaela, Aiden, and Alucius; her brother, Rick (Sandy) Steinke; her sister Cheryl (Mike) Roosevelt; her sisters-in-law, Jeanee Kirchoff, and Kati Warner; her uncle (and surrogate father) Bernard Knuth; numerous nieces, nephews, and cousins.
She is preceded in death by her father, Burnette Steinke; her mother, Helen (Knuth) Steinke; her father-in-law, Bill Warner; her mother-in-law, Nancy Warner; her brother-in-law, Pat Perrelli; and sisters-in-law, Patti Perrelli, and Clara Warner.
Visitation will be held Sunday, February 14, from noon to 5:00pm at Anderson Funeral Home, 312 S. Stone St, Augusta, WI, with a funeral service immediately after, followed by a luncheon at the Bridge Creek Town Hall.
In lieu of flowers, memorial donations can be made to Dakota’s Bubbaride, E7275 Cty Rd J, Elk Mound, WI 54739.
Verse:
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 we once shared.
Miss me – but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me – but let me go.
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