The George Weikum Story

January 9, 1953 - October 8, 2011

I write this with a heavy heart. It was a beautiful day in Plainfield, Ill., where Dad spent the morning and most of the day out with friends. He was enjoying a motorcycle ride and was only eight miles from home, where he was going to meet my mom to make dinner, when a drunk driver lost control of his truck and hit Dad head on. When he was laid to rest Oct. 13, the outpouring of love, friendship and admiration was apparent, with more than 1,800 people coming out for his wake and funeral. The wait time in line to talk with my mom and me was at times up to nearly four hours.

Most of you who knew him know that my father was a man of many words and was never afraid to give his opinion. I am thankful that in my 29 years he had given me many words of wisdom, opinions and coaching tips that I can take with me for years to come.

When he got into trapshooting in 1971, he considered it just a hobby, not knowing that it would become a family affair. He dedicated many years to the Illinois State Trapshooting Association, serving as Armature Trapshooting Association Delegate and state director and advocating all the while for youth shooting. He was a firm believer that youth is the future of our sport, and if you get them started early, no matter where they go in life, they will always come back.

On the gravestone it is not the date you were born or the date you pass, but the dash that is in the middle that means the most. Dad’s dash was filled to the brim with excitement for life, heartache at the loss of his son, love for his beautiful wife and mother of his two children, friendships of many, hobbies galore, and most importantly his family. My dad had many proud moments as a trapshooter himself, as father to a son who was an All-American captain and a daughter who was an All-American, and that he somehow convinced my mom to marry him 35 years ago.

There were so many things he did in his short years with us, but he made them full of life. I will miss him dearly in the years to come, not being able to see all that lies ahead for my mom and me. Dad was always my biggest fan and number-one cheerleader, no matter how stubborn I was. I never wanted to take his advice, even though I knew I should have. His larger-than-life persona will be greatly missed on and off the trapline, not only by my mom and me, but by many. I want to thank my dad (and mom) for making me the person I am today. Without your constant love and support with everything I do, I could not have accomplished what I have in my years. Thank you from the bottom of my heart; I miss you, and I love you more than words can say.

A loving daughter,
Ondrea Collette Weikum

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