Bill Hulan

October 6, 1965-September 30, 2003 William Robert "Bill" Hulan, 37, of Elberfeld, formerly of Evansville, died September 30, 2003, at St. Mary's Medical Center. Bill was a draftsman by trade in Computer Animated Design and also graduated from Inland Marine Institute in Small Engine Repair. He graduated from Reitz High School in 1984. He was a member of Gethsemane Church in Evansville. He had been active in Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts and Glee Club at Reitz High School. He was a devoted husband, father, son and brother. Bill is survived by wife, Mary LeAnn Hulan of Elberfeld, Ind.; sons, Scott R. Hulan, Gregory A. Hulan and Brandon T. Hulan; parents, Robert "Bob" L. and Yvonne L. Hulan of Evansville, Ind.; brother, Chris M. and wife, Angela Hulan of Evansville, Ind.; aunts, Susan W. Anderson of Evansville, Ind., Cara S. Hulan of Colorado, Betty Weese of Mount Vernon, Ind., Joyce A. Weese of Evansville, Ind., Mae Thompson of Evansville, Ind.; uncles, Robert R. Weese of Mount Vernon, Ind., M. Thomas Hulan of Virginia, Allen Hulan of Colorado, Mark J. Hulan of Wisconsin; 21 cousins; grandmothers, Lillian E. Burton of Evansville, Ind., and M. Jean Hulan of Wisconsin; mother & father-in-law, Fred and Bea Whelan of Elberfeld, Ind.; sister-in-law, Evelyn and husband, Gene Lamar of Elberfeld, Ind.; and sister-in-law, LaDonna and husband, Aaron Reinbrecht of Elberfeld, Ind. Services will be 10 a.m. Saturday, October 4, 2003, at Alexander West Chapel, officiated by Reverend Dale Culbertson. Burial will be in Barnetts Chapel Cemetery in Elberfeld, Ind. Friends may call 2 to 8 p.m. today, October 3, 2003, at Alexander West Chapel. Memorial contributions may be made to the Trust Fund for his children at Old National Bank. Condolences may be made online at www.mem.com Arrangements are by Alexander West Chapel, 2100 W. Illinois Street. How the class of 1984 remembers Bill: Bill and I were pretty close ever since the seventh grade although we knew each other long before that. We were together so much in high school that his parents joked with us about adopting me. That led me to start referring to him as "Brother Bill." We were not wild and crazy like some of our classmates, but we had a lot of laughs together. It seemed like we were with each other at a lot of major moments in both of our lives. On the evening of commencement, we celebrated our graduation from Reitz over a basket of breadsticks and a pitcher of Dr. Pepper at Noble Romans. That may not seem terribly exciting to some people, but we had a good time talking about our plans for the future. Bill was with me when I found out my father died back in 1985. We were even in each other's wedding. In fact I can remember Bill and me assembling a waterbed in Bill's apartment at 2:00am on the night before he got married. As we got older we didn't see each other as much because our careers and families demanded a lot of our time; however, on occasion we managed to talk to one another and catch up with each other's lives - even if it was only via phone or email. One of the things I am most thankful for was the opportunity to chat with Bill for a couple hours about a month before he passed away. It was the first time that we sat down and talked without any interruptions for what seemed like several years. As was always the case, the conversation was filled with lots of laughs, and bizarre anecdotes. I'll really miss Bill, but I am not sad that he's gone. This is because I have 25+ years of great, funny, and happy memories involving him, and that is something that will stay with me forever. Rest in Peace Brother Bill... - Scott Leatherland I've known Bill forever. The only people I've known longer are my family. Bill and I were in the same homeroom from kindergarten through 8th grade at Tekoppel School. (Perhaps there were others, but Bill is the only one that I remember.) Bill was always kind and a good friend to me. One day in Kindergarten or 1st grade, I was out sick. On his way home he stopped by my house to give me a heart-shaped rock that he had found. Another memory is from 7th or 8th grade...We were in Reading with Mrs. Thomas(?). I noticed that she had on two different shoes. I almost couldn't control myself from laughing. I tapped Bill, and pointed to her feet. He smiled. By then others had noticed and started to snicker. Not Bill. When Mrs. Thomas asked what was going on, Bill calmly asked her "Were you in a hurry this morning?" and pointed to her feet. Bill was always kind and thought of others. That's the kind of guy he was -- even at that young age. Through the years at Reitz, our same homeroom record was over by then, we did our own things. I hadn't kept up with him at all after graduation. However, we exchanged an email or two before the last reunion...He wasn't going because he and his wife had just had their third son and money was tight. I couldn't believe it...He has to go. He should go! (I, of course, had never gone. I had always been working out of state and couldn't take time off.) I thought that anyone who lives so close has no good excuse not to go. I happened to think of Bill the other day...I'm not sure now whether it was Tuesday (the day he died) or Wednesday (the day Scott let us know). I was leaving work and as I walked to my car he popped into my mind. I remember thinking that I looked forward to seeing him (and so many others) at the next reunion. Bill, I'll be there and I'll think of you. - Caroline (Davis) Lange Bill and I grew up living just a few houses apart. He was my friend, always. He was also my very first date! we were 11 years old and he asked me to go on a hay ride with him. I got to go and gee...we thought we were doing something really grown up! What a special memory that has become. Over the years we lost touch but I saw him at work on occasion and we saw him and his family every Halloween. I guess what I remember most about Bill is his kind and gentle soul. Taken way too soon...I guess God needed another angel. My thoughts and prayers go out to his Mother and Father and most of all his wife and children. - Tina (Mclean) Renschler My dad was great to me. Every Saturday we would go to the park and McDonalds and he would buy me pokemon cards. It’s hard for me to live with out him, but he’s in a better place now. I will always remember you dad. Love, your son Scott Tell everyone your memories of Bill. Click here to send in a message to be added to this page.