In Loving Memory of Raymond Wieger
Beloved Dad and Grandpa Raymond
Raymond Wieger was a kind, gentle, intelligent, and nurturing man. He absolutely adored his wife, Lois, and loved reminiscing about their many cherished camp memories. Their bond was deep and enduring.
He was deeply proud of his grandchildren, Jeremy and Allegra Tepper, and took great joy in hearing about their activities and accomplishments.
As his daughter, I carry with me so many tender memories of my father. He patiently taught me how to watercolor and how to work in his woodshop. He took me shopping for new school clothes and let me raid the supply room at his office—always making sure I had everything I needed.
I remember him walking me to Ravinia School on my very first day, introducing me to a redheaded girl with braids and saying, “There’s a girl your age. We should meet her and walk together.” That girl, Susan—now known as Zisl—became a lifelong friend.
He spent a lot of time playing with us in our beautiful Illinois backyard with its Lincoln log cabin. His kids were always his priority. As a girl who took ballet a few times a week, he made me feel like I could also play football—and I even have a post-injury finger to show for it!
One of my favorite memories is the special trip we took when I was 11 to Scandinavia and Russia. Dad instantly bonded with the travel editor of the Chicago Sun-Times, and that connection made the trip even more unforgettable.
He made lasting memories with his grandchildren as well—filling a single day in LA with Jeremy and Allegra with visits to the zoo, the library, the fire station, and long shopping walks. A day in Chicago might include raking the leaves, a visit to the Children’s Museum, Robie House, the former Sears Tower, and McDonald’s Headquarters. My father was proud of his adopted hometown and enjoyed showing visitors its special treasures.
When my parents took a special trip to a beachfront cottage in Laguna Beach with Allegra, he made sure her fair skin was always protected and treated her to six kinds of cereal—just to make sure she had options.
In later years, I’m especially grateful for my visits with him in Boca Raton. We shared stories, laughs, and many very early dinners.
Love you, Dad. Thank you for your kindness, your patience, your love—and for the beautiful legacy you leave in all of us.