Karl Dwight Buchter
Karl Dwight Buchter, 52, passed away unexpectly Friday Feb. 22 at Yale New Haven Hospital. Many great memories of summers spent with cousins growing up on Dunbar Hill Rd., special Sunday dinners with his children, and fishing in the Mill River and Clark's Pond. Karl spent many years fighting his illnesss, to which unfortunately he lost this battle. 'Remember the Good Times'. Karl was born in New Haven, Jan. 26, 1956 a son of Norris and Jean Bach Buchter of Holiday, FL and operated a sucessfull landscaping business. He is also surived by his children Kristina Buchter and Stephen Buchter of Hamden, a sister Barbara DeMarco and three nephews, James, Derek, and Michael DeMarco all of Hamden. Friends may call Thursday Feb. 28, at BEECHER & BENNETT, 2300 WHITNEY AVE., HAMDEN from 5-7pm. A Service of Rememberance will be held at 7 pm. Contributions in Karls memory may be sent to MADD, 565 Washington Ave., North Haven, CT 06473.
A fond hello to Karl’s family. My name is Daniece and I’ve worked for many years at Walgreens pharmacy. I love my customers because I consider them my friends, including your Dad. He was a gentle soul that I always loved seeing. I have really nice memories of a really nice man–your father.
I will always remember the phenominal support Karl provided me as a teenager when moving out of state. He was always there for me when I needed him. While I realize his adult life had been full of pain and constant turmoil, I truly hope he has found the peace and happiness he was searching for; and I choose to remember him as the sweet young man he was to me in the 70’s.
We met around 1964, probably at Dunbar United Church. You and I were in the youth choir. We became good friends in Junior High, were in the Boy Scouts together and played on the same team in the Hamden Father’s Basketball league. We used to play basketball in your driveway until dark; you were a lefty and I couldn’t block your jump shot from the left side of the court! Your Dad invited me to join the Winchester’s Gun Club. You were an excellent shot. You played the drums in your basement like Buddy Rich! In the Pilgrim Fellowship group at Dunbar United, we had a circle of close friends and a great youth leader, Dan Bonner. We had a lot of good times together in the PF during those four years in the early 1970’s. I went off to UMaine and you went to work. Soon we both were married. You asked me to be Kristina’s godparent which I gladly accepted. Over the subsequent years our lives have each encountered hills and valleys. We saw each other infrequently. I completely lost touch with Mary and your wonderful children, Kristina and Stephen. I tried to help you when you asked to deal with your pain. I miss you Karl. Your suffering is over and I am certain that you will receive all the blessings of the Lord in the future life.
When someone passes I believe they are free of all the pains (emotionally and physically) that they suffered in there life time. My father was an alcoholic and that is a disease. Which he had been battling for years. He put up a good fight because he was a strong man. There is many unspoken words and many feeling I wish I would of shared with him. But I will not dwell at what could have been done differently or words that could have been said. No one can change the past. I know that My father loved me. I will hold on to all the good memories I have of my father. I know that his he looking down on me. He will be right next to me for the rest of my life. He will be there when I walk down the isle, when I teach my children how to fish and when I cheer for the Cowboys to win the Superbowl. (Dad, you may have to work some magic for the cowboys up there) my father is running through my blood and will be in my heart forever and always. i believe that everything happens for a reason. My father is not suffering anymore and now knows that i loved him. I hope he understands the chooses I(MYSELF) made and stands by me for the rest of my life. Meet you in heaven daddy. REST IN PEACE!
Dad I’m sorry for everything and being .too busy. when you needed me the most. I always loved hanging out with you as a child. Especially when we went fishing and when you taught me how to shoot the pellet gun you bought me. I wish I got to know you better when I was older. You didn’t always make the best choices but maybe if I was there for you things would have been different. I now understand the love you had for me no matter what now that I have my own daughter. I am the spitting image of you and she looks just like me. You would have been a grandfather! Kristina is also expecting. AUnt barb, Kristina ,mom, Derek, Jamie and myself left your ashes at one of our old fishing spots and I hope you’re there when I visit every once in a while. I wish I was able to know the real you. Again I am sorry and will see you when my time comes.