Roger Claassen Memorial Fund
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Roger Claassen, age 44, husband and father of three passed away unexpectedly Monday, October 19, 2015. He was riding his motorcycle close to home and struck a deer and was thrown from his motorcycle.
Roger was married to his high school sweetheart, Robin. Together they had three beautiful girls; Megan, age 19, Grace, age 10, and Allie, age 7. Roger was known as a quiet man but a practical joker. He loved playing pranks, laughing and bringing joy to his family and friends. And he was a true handyman always willing to help anyone in need. Roger enjoyed flying RC airplanes, riding his motorcycle, snowmobile, or race car, farming and John Deere Tractors and spending time with his family and friends. He will be missed dearly.
This has been one of the hardest things our family has ever had to go through. It was so unexpected that all of our emotions are torn and our hearts are broken.
We decided to put this page together to support Robin and the girls to pay for funeral expenses, the girls' tuition, and their daily needs. Any donations will help and we appreciate everyones kindness and loving support during this difficult time.
A message from Grace:
Allie
Roger in 1994
A Message from Megan Claassen:
Firstly, thank you for your thoughts and prayers. This is all still surreal and foggy to me, I keep expecting my dad to come through the door and yell at me for parking like a jackass today. I'd just really like to say a few things about my dad.
My dad is NOT a statistic as the news portrays him and every other person in a fatal accident with a deer. He is my dad. As strong as an ox and as stubborn as an ass. Probably the strongest man I know who can lift a car motor then come inside and cry at Little House on the Prairie. My dad taught me to love to go fast. From a very early time I remember riding on the motorcycle and snowmobile with him and loving every minute. The need for speed runs through both of us. I was really looking forward to the snow this year so we could actually go, considering last year was crap. My dad knows how to fix practically anything. My first car, Nana is a prime example of that. (It has a pull switch instead of ignition because it locked) He taught me how to change my oil and a tire. He's never been one for words or hugs or "I love yous" but he has taught me a lot. I wish I could say I am a daddy's girl. On the contrary, we butt heads 97% of the time. I guess I get my stubbornness from him as well. I'm afraid that if I start to cry I'll never stop and I'll be a broken mess forever so I've been very distant since I found out last night.
Well.. here goes nothing:
Daddeh, even though we haven't seen eye-to-eye in God knows how long I LOVE you. I'm going to miss you every day for the rest of my life and I still don't even fully understand what's happening because shit like this doesn't happen in real life. Not to us. I'm sorry for being as stubborn as you and all of our silent arguments. Thank you for being my dad, a smartass, a friend. Though I wouldn't have admitted it a week ago, or even two days ago, you've always kind of been my hero. I'm not mad at God, or the deer, or the bike, or even you. You passed over doing what you loved and I'll never be sorry about it. I couldn't really imagine you as an old guy anyway. You're with God and Granny and Grandma Johnson now. I'll never be afraid of going fast because I know when I do, you're going to be with me. I'll never let my sisters forget you. I AM sorry that they won't get you as long as I have, or have you to teach them to change their oil and pick out a car. You are NOT some news story or an article people share on facebook. I AM sorry that you won't get to walk me down the aisle or a father daughter dance at my wedding. I AM sorry that my kids won't get a papa and that my mom can't grow old with her high school sweetheart. I'm sorry I took you for granted when I did. I know you know I love you and I know you love me too.
Roger was married to his high school sweetheart, Robin. Together they had three beautiful girls; Megan, age 19, Grace, age 10, and Allie, age 7. Roger was known as a quiet man but a practical joker. He loved playing pranks, laughing and bringing joy to his family and friends. And he was a true handyman always willing to help anyone in need. Roger enjoyed flying RC airplanes, riding his motorcycle, snowmobile, or race car, farming and John Deere Tractors and spending time with his family and friends. He will be missed dearly.
This has been one of the hardest things our family has ever had to go through. It was so unexpected that all of our emotions are torn and our hearts are broken.
We decided to put this page together to support Robin and the girls to pay for funeral expenses, the girls' tuition, and their daily needs. Any donations will help and we appreciate everyones kindness and loving support during this difficult time.
A message from Grace:
Allie
Roger in 1994
A Message from Megan Claassen:
Firstly, thank you for your thoughts and prayers. This is all still surreal and foggy to me, I keep expecting my dad to come through the door and yell at me for parking like a jackass today. I'd just really like to say a few things about my dad.My dad is NOT a statistic as the news portrays him and every other person in a fatal accident with a deer. He is my dad. As strong as an ox and as stubborn as an ass. Probably the strongest man I know who can lift a car motor then come inside and cry at Little House on the Prairie. My dad taught me to love to go fast. From a very early time I remember riding on the motorcycle and snowmobile with him and loving every minute. The need for speed runs through both of us. I was really looking forward to the snow this year so we could actually go, considering last year was crap. My dad knows how to fix practically anything. My first car, Nana is a prime example of that. (It has a pull switch instead of ignition because it locked) He taught me how to change my oil and a tire. He's never been one for words or hugs or "I love yous" but he has taught me a lot. I wish I could say I am a daddy's girl. On the contrary, we butt heads 97% of the time. I guess I get my stubbornness from him as well. I'm afraid that if I start to cry I'll never stop and I'll be a broken mess forever so I've been very distant since I found out last night.
Well.. here goes nothing:
Daddeh, even though we haven't seen eye-to-eye in God knows how long I LOVE you. I'm going to miss you every day for the rest of my life and I still don't even fully understand what's happening because shit like this doesn't happen in real life. Not to us. I'm sorry for being as stubborn as you and all of our silent arguments. Thank you for being my dad, a smartass, a friend. Though I wouldn't have admitted it a week ago, or even two days ago, you've always kind of been my hero. I'm not mad at God, or the deer, or the bike, or even you. You passed over doing what you loved and I'll never be sorry about it. I couldn't really imagine you as an old guy anyway. You're with God and Granny and Grandma Johnson now. I'll never be afraid of going fast because I know when I do, you're going to be with me. I'll never let my sisters forget you. I AM sorry that they won't get you as long as I have, or have you to teach them to change their oil and pick out a car. You are NOT some news story or an article people share on facebook. I AM sorry that you won't get to walk me down the aisle or a father daughter dance at my wedding. I AM sorry that my kids won't get a papa and that my mom can't grow old with her high school sweetheart. I'm sorry I took you for granted when I did. I know you know I love you and I know you love me too.
Organizer and beneficiary
Katie Bugella
Organizer
Princeton, MN
Robin Claassen
Beneficiary
