Dennis Gensler

Dennis " Denagen" Gensler age 70, of Shullsburg, WI passed away Wednesday, March 12, 2025. He was born to the late Ted Gensler and Lois Jean Gensler on March 17, 1954. He grew up in Shullsburg and graduated from Shullsburg High School, the class of 1972. Denagen pursued higher education at the University of Wisconsin in Lacrosse. Following his education, he began working in construction and decided to become a self-employed roofing professional. Denagen exhibited unwavering dedication and an unparalleled work ethic while he was working and took great pride in his work. He is survived by this sister: Sue (Steven) Luke of Warren, IL; Niece & Nephews: Tim (April) Luke, Sarah (Phillip) Mullican, and Marc (Maggie) Luke and his good friend: Rick Bennett. He was preceded in death by his parents. Denagen loved spending time outdoors and would spend as much time as he could out fishing. When he wasn't out fishing you could find him playing foosball with his friends. He had a special place in his heart for helping others and socializing with friends and family. You could find him working on demolition derby cars for his good friend Shyan Bennett or working at the local food pantry to assist those in need. He had a passion for photography, music and writing poems. Denagen will be fondly remembered and sadly missed by all who knew him. A celebration of Denagen's life will be held Saturday, May 3, 2025, beginning at 1:00 P.M. at the American Legion in Shullsburg, WI. Food will be provided. Please come and enjoy some food, good company, and any stories you have of Denagan. The Erickson Funeral Home in Shullsburg is serving the family. Online condolences may be expressed to the family at www.ericksonfuneralhome.com Anyone who knew Denagen knew that he was a talented poem writer. Please enjoy this poem penned by him. VAIL TRAIL Silently I sit in the morning sun. Feeling the heat from its awesome glow. Watching the stream pass me by. With it’s even but lively glow. The sounds that such an existence produce. Grow gentle in my mind. Allowing me to dream. Of the life I left behind. As the waters pass me by. To a destination that is unknown. I feel my life is much the same. As I am perched here all alone. Day by day. I search for truth. As to what life should really be. I’d rather it be a droplet of water. Than a branch molded to a tree. For just like me I know the waters. Have their ups and downs. But a lovely branch. Depends on its roots. Until it dies and rest on the ground. DENAGEN