Marion “Bud” Occhi

Asleep in Jesus

OCCHI, MARION L. "BUD" age 90, departed on February 5, 2022, at home, in their apartment at the Bethesda Retirement Center, Oakville, MO.

Beloved husband and "Sweetheart" of Lynn E. Occhi (nee Tichacek) for 42 years. For years he called Lynn "Honey", and she called him "Sweetheart." He said the best part of the day was the soft kiss good morning and goodnight. He practiced the (9)* gifts of the Holy Spirit: Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness, Gentleness, Self-control. Additionally, Honesty, Respect, and Caring, always ready to help people [*Galatins 5:22]

It is so sad the bone marrow cancer, stage 4, and chemotherapy robbed him of quality of life in his 90th year.

Many thanks to the Mercy-South Hospice care team, for the highest quality of care given. Keeping Bud comfortable and pain-free. Very professional.

Now US becomes ME.

I'm so happy I knew my Sweetheart. I know he died in Jesus' arms, redeemed.

Loving father of Carolyn Slater, Lincoln, MO, Mike Occhi (Jan), Keithsburg, IL, Donald D. Occhi, Phoenix, AZ, and Mary Baugh, Phoenix, AZ; Brother of Donald Occhi, St. Louis, MO; Grandfather, Great-Grandfather, and good friend to others.

Retired from the Southern California Gas Company after 45 years of service. Master Mason for 60 years.

Private interment of cremains will be at a later date.

For anyone wanting to make a tribute to Bud, Honor Flight is suggested. Address: Central Missouri Honor Flight 1400 Forum Blvd. Ste. 7-A Columbia, MO 65203

When I come to the end of the road,  

And the sun has set for me.  

I want no nights in a gloom-filled room,  

Why cry for a soul set free?  

Miss me a little, but not too long,  

And not with your head bowed low.  

Remember the love that we once shared,  

Miss me...but let me go.  

For this is a journey that we all must take,  

And each must go alone.  

It’s all part of the Master’s plan,  

A step on the road to home.  

When you are lonely and sick of heart,  

Go to the friends we know.  

And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds,  

Miss me...but let me go.  

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