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Harry Edward Burger

Harry Burger

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Harry Edward Burger, 71, of New Cumberland, was welcomed into heaven on June 12, 2017, with family by his side at the Holy Spirit Hospital. He fought a tough three month battle with cancer.
Harry was born on November 25, 1945, in Goldsboro, PA. He was the son of late Raymond T. and Irene (Slaseman) Burger. 
Harry was retired from the USPS. He served in the U.S. Army during the Vietnam War. He served in the 1st infantry Division. He was a member at the James A. Danner VFW and the American Legion. He was also a member of the Goldsboro Fireman’s Club and the Enola Sportsmen’s Association. 

In addition to his parents, Harry was preceded in death by his siblings Geraldine Lauck, Theodore Burger, Nancy Sweitzer, and Annie Fetrow.
He is survived by his wife Pamela (Arnold) Burger. Siblings: Mary Sunich, Colorado, Joseph (Lois) Burger, Dover and Ronald Burger, Hummelstown. A daughter Gina Luree Burger-Swartz and her husband Jamey Duncan and a son Harry E. Burger II. Four grandchildren: Alexis Miles, Tyler Fortini, Brandon Duncan and Tanner Duncan and four great-grandchildren. 
Harry enjoyed his yearly fishing trips to Canada. He also enjoyed spending quality time with his son Harry. He was a man that was always there to talk to or just enjoy looking at nature. He especially enjoyed just cruising around in his Z4 BMW.

A tribute to Harry’s life will be held at the West Enola Fire House at 118 Chester Road, Enola on July 1, 2017 from 2-5pm.
Donations in Harry’s honor may be made to Asana Hospice & Palliative Care, 4813 Jonestown Road Suite 201 Harrisburg, PA 17109. 
Arrangements are being handled by Sullivan Funeral Home & Cremation Services, Inc., Enola, PA.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

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