LISA MARIE WOOF
LISA MARIE WOOF
Lisa Marie Woof, 58, passed away Tuesday, March 5, 2024, at her home after 23 years of dealing with Multiple Sclerosis (MS). Some of the effects, unrecognized and unnoticed, may have been evident prior to her birth.
Lisa was born July 24, 1965 to Gene and Mary (Brauner) Maurer. She graduated from Black River Falls High School in 1983 and married Philip Woof in 1985. They had two children, Ben Woof and Jessica Woof.
To understand how she felt about passing that gave her peace is what she had written and kept in her nightstand about the passing of her grandfather, Joseph Brauner Sr., the first really close person in her family to pass away: “My grandpa. I love him so, he’s gone now, but not forgotten. The memories live on, and get stronger as each day goes by. I miss you grandpa. You were dear to my heart. I will always remember you.”
The time will come when a new day will dawn when out of graves men of old will rise. And to see the bright faces of those loved ones so dear. There is this promise of a new earth. One that was promised so long ago.
Lisa will be truly missed. Her grandmother, Doris Brauner, was a strong influence in her life, along with her aunts. Women of strength, yet kindness to understand and nurture uncles with stories to remember. One that helped her find her first car and more cars after. And you could hear the love in his voice when he spoke to her. Another, so the story goes, that she would suck the chocolate off peanuts and then feed them to him. It was love to let a child take something from their mouth and put it into his and tell her how good it was without even flinching so as not to take a chance of hurting her feelings. I can imagine her innocent child expression like that was something perfectly normal that everyone did. Still another who was there when she got her first deer. She thought she may have missed but he kept going and helped her find it.
Deer hunting is a Brauner and Woof family tradition, and it was part of her. Her gun of choice was a .30-calibar carbine two 14-shot clips. Her stand was enclosed in a tree with a ladder even though she hated heights. She enjoyed watching the wildlife and does that felt safe under her tree and knew they would bring in bucks. She didn’t, however, really totally enjoy the bear, but that had the wisdom to keep moving and not start up her ladder and face her .30 carbine. It became part of the hunt to listen for the report of her gun especially opening day when the bucks seem to come to her early. We joked that one or two wasn’t sure but with that third report something was usually down. Five meant it was probably out of range. Very few bucks got past her, and when she started enjoying letting the smaller bucks think they were sneaking by, very few big bucks got by either. In that, we all shared her hunt and it was almost more interesting than seeing deer yourself.
We had worked together figuring out taxes, and she could take care of the taxes and bookkeeping for many times complicated family business. She prided herself that she could stretch a dollar till it groaned and pinch a penny till it squealed. That was why losing abilities to MS was so devastating. Lisa gardened and stored away good things to take care of her health and family. She had no other health issues, just the nerve damage of MS. She crocheted artistic doilies with string like her great-grandmother had crocheted with string.
When she was standing beside you, you knew she always had your back. And her strength was as good as a shield in front of you.
Lisa is survived by her husband of 38 years; her parents; and a younger brother, Mark Maurer, with whom she shared many childhood excursions and some protective escapades of humor now looking back. Don’t forget the black paint on the white car. And the fork mark on the table. It really wasn’t family friends that put it there, as the parents learned years later. She is further survived by school and neighborhood friends. One time learning that you shouldn’t carve your initials in an old shed no matter how dilapidated it appears. But the neighbor was nice about it. Many memories she cherished with keepsakes she was given, though she was not outgoing so as to keep up. She is also survived by aunts, uncles, some already mentioned, many nephews, niece, and cousins.
Three things she wanted in life were to live on a dead-end road, live with health and good values and have at least two children.
Surviving her are her son Ben Woof and daughter Jessica (Trevor) Green; four grandchildren, Delilah, Brayden, Leland and Izzabell; and three other children she cared for for other parents when they were too young to go to daycare, but she cared for, loved and cherished them as if they were her own and helped give them that kind of start.
Give condolences to your loved ones suffering, because with all the growing devastation from disease, most people have some. Protect yourself from the fantasy of excuses that science is doing things for the greater good. Its deceptive promises that produce the chemicals that are weakening or destroying everyone’s health. Expose the fantasies. Expose that those responsible to protect you are not willing. Love your neighbor enough on your own to take steps to stop using the obvious poisonings of the world. Come on, if it attacks a bug’s nervous system and can move up the food chain why would you spray it on your neighbor.
Open your eyes, because the system will not even step back to reflect with 20-20 hindsight on what has happened. Because greed rules the day. Prevention isn’t viewed as fun and is at the bottom of the list, no big money. The big money is in chemical production and disease treatment that can last the rest of someone’s life from side effects needing more chemicals. More big money.
“The love of the greater number will cool off”.
There is only one lasting solution. Each individual gets to decide what they believe that is and will be judged accordingly.