Harry E. Weilage , 89, of Louisville, Kentucky, passed away on Monday, March 25, 2024.
He was born on June 10, 1934 in Louisville, Kentucky to the late Charles and Mattie (Ledridge) Weilage. Along with his parents he is preceded in death by his son, Keith Weilage, infant daughter, Gail Yvonne Weilage, his wife, Martha Weilage and his siblings.
Harry is a retired truck driver, master welder, and a known automotive genius. Harry was a hardworking family man that leaves behind a legacy of a strong work ethic to be carried on by the ones that loved him most. In his free time he enjoyed spending time with his family and fishing at his cabin at Rough River.
Harry is survived by his loving children, Chena Weilage, Michael Weilage, Steven Parrott, Trina (John) Sauber, Tim Grimes, grandchildren, Trina Marie Gilbert, April Simmons and Travis Sauber, his son in-law, Jim Logue and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends that will miss him very much.
A committal service will be at 10:00 am on Tuesday, April 2nd at Resthaven Memorial Park (4400 Bardstwon Rd).
The family requests that contributions in Harry's memory be made to Hosparus of Louisville.
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The following was in Harry's Bible. If only we could all live this way.
I may never see tomorrow, There's no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday belong to history.
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past;
I have just the present moment--- I must treat it as my last.
I must use the moment wisely, for it soon will pass away,
And be lost to me forever, As part of yesterday.
I must excercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet;
Be a friend unto the friendless; make an empty life complete.
The unkind things I do today may never be undone.
Any friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won.
I may not have another chance on bended knee to pray,
And I thank God with humble heart for giving me this day.
I may never see tomorrow, but this moment is my own.
It's mine to use or cast aside; the choice is mine, alone.
I have just this precious moment in the sunlight of today,
Where the dawning of tomorrow meets the dusk of yesterday.