Rouse, William A. (1967-2013)

ROUSE, HARDIN, STRATTEN, SWARTZENTRUBER

Posted By: Paul Nagy (email)
Date: 3/21/2013 at 11:44:04

William A. Rouse
July 6, 1967 - February 24, 2013

Alta, formerly of Cabot, Arkansas

William Alan Rouse was born in Searcy, Arkansas, on July 6, 1967, to Herschel Wayne and Dorothy Fay Hardin Rouse. Raised in Cabot, Arkansas, he graduated from Cabot High School. There, he met his future wife Brooke Stratten in 1984. The couple married in 1987 and moved to Alta, Iowa, in 1989. In 1986, he accepted Christ as his savior.

William loved his family by blood and by marriage more than anything. He also loved basketball and singing. He would sing with anyone who would sing with him. He began singing publicly around 1998 and became a regular at karaoke establishments all over Iowa, South Dakota, Minnesota, and Nebraska. He earned an audition for America’s Got Talent in Chicago in January 2013. He was just ten credits short of earning a business degree at the time of his passing. He had worked as a truck driver since 1993.

William was preceded in death by his paternal and maternal grandparents; his mother in 2006; and one cousin.

He is survived by his grieving wife of almost twenty-six years, Brooke Rouse, of Alta, Iowa; his father, Herschel Wayne Rouse, of Cabot, Arkansas; and his father- and mother-in-law, A. and Fay Swartzentruber; as well as many, many, many aunts, uncles, and cousins; and so many grieving friends, acquaintances, and classmates at college.

A Prayer for Spring

If one day I must leave this world let it be in the spring.
When cool breezes are kissed by the newborn sun
And crickets awake to sing me to sleep.

The stars go lazy as twilight whispers my name.
Will I remember the sound of it?
Will I respond to its feel?
Will the colors bright yet soft enfold me in forgetting?
Will I taste warm rain on my lips that words
No longer need or form.
The returning thunder sounding like
Something remembering something.

Make the lights of the living seem but faint candles
Burning a scent of spring’s memory.

Let the movement of budding trees enchant and
transform all that I was to dreams.
As I follow their paths of pink, white and purple,
Anchored deep in green.

Give the birdsong a comfort that will ease me
Into this new being that I have become, free and whole.
All of my promise at last made real.

Brooke Renee Stratten-Rouse
A gift to my mother-in-law, Dorothy Rouse, and to my beloved husband

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