Virginia Buklad

Virginia Buklad (nee Foster), 84, of Belleville, Illinois, born July 14, 1938 in Rombauer, Missouri passed away July 25, 2022 at St. Elizabeth’s Hospital in Shiloh, Illinois. Virginia was an Employee and Star Route Contractor for the U.S. Postal Service. She was a loving wife, mother and grandmother who had a zest for life, loved to travel and spend time with her family. She would do anything for anyone, her door and arms were always open.

Virginia was preceded in death by her:

• Parents: Albert and Wilma Foster
• Husband: Lawrence Buklad
• Sons
  • Charles “Butch” Horner
  • Robert “Buck” Buklad
  • Great-granddaughter: Sarah Horner
• Brother: John Foster

Surviving are her:

• Children
  • Lauri Buklad
  • Gail (Rick) Buklad
  • Steve (Michele) Buklad
  • David Buklad
• Grandchildren
  • Nicole Schieffer
  • Christopher (Stephanie) Buklad
  • Kylie Buklad
  • Paige Buklad
  • Katie (Edward) Buklad
  • Craig (Dawn) Horner
  • Nathan (Hannah) Horner
  • Jeremy (Caleb) Horner
  • Corey (Marissa) Buklad
  • Cody (Heather) Buklad
• Brother: Harold (Jan) Foster
• As well as numerous great- grandchildren, nieces, nephews and friends.
• Favorite fur baby: her kitty, Biscuit
• Dear friends (who loved Virginia as their own mother)
  • Jack and Margie McQueen
  • Patti Pursell
  • Debbie Carmack

Special Thanks: The family would like to thank Dr. Gregory Simmons for the amazing support and care he gave Mom throughout the years.

Services: Mom preferred not to have a formal funeral, instead a Celebration of Life Memorial Service will be held at Eckert’s Country Restaurant in Belleville, Illinois on Wednesday, August 24, from 4 to 8 p.m.

Our Mother is always with us. She’s the whisper of the leaves as we walk down the street. She’s the smell of certain foods we remember, Flowers we pick and the fragrance of life itself. She’s the cool hand on our brow when we’re not feeling well, She’s our breath in the air on a cold winter’s day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls us to sleep, The colors of the rainbow, She is Christmas morning. Our mother lives inside our laughter. She’s the place we came from, our first home. She’s the map we follow with every step we take. She’s our first love, our first friend, even our first enemy. Nothing on Earth can separate us. Not time, not space, not even death. Mom, Thank you for giving us LIFE and the HONOR of having you for our MOTHER! – Love, Butch, Robbie, Gail, Lauri, Steve