Birth date: Oct 23, 1933 Death date: Nov 30, 2024
Bruce Edward Oester, a man defined by dedication, compassion, and integrity, gently passed away at the age of 91 on November 30, 2024, in Vancouver, Washington. Born on October 23, 1933, in Warren, OR Bruce led a rich life, firmly Read Obituary
From the family;
Thank you to the Washington County Sheriff’s Office and the Oregon Fallen Badge Foundation for their Honor Guard presence at the funeral. Your professionalism and presence was deeply appreciated.
Bruce was a great, warm man. The best Thanksgiving I ever had was at his place as he helped my young son and I make potato guns and blast them across the field! Much love to all of you as you move through this big loss. Much love, Barb Beck, Brian Hathaway & Seth McGinnis
Jerry/Joanne Eisenzimmer lit a candle in memory of Bruce Oester
Bruse was a fixture in our house growing up. He and Dad (Jack) would entertain us for hours with their stories. I so respected Bruce as a man of honor. Rest easy, our friend. Sally Sherer McLaughlin and Mom
Uncle Bruce was always one of my strongest role models in life. Some of my fondest memories were around the campfire out at their property in Longbeach, WA, cooking oysters and telling stories about his hunting adventures or catching bad guys as a cop. I can just picture him in heaven right now with my grandpa Bill Oester, out in a boat fishing for catfish.
I met the Oester family when I was in grade school. Friends with Dale and Debbie, and I really liked Bruce and Ruth. I last saw Bruce and Ruth at a reunion at my sister and brother-in-law's (Bruces' nephew) place. Ruth had to be on oxygen at that time, and the love they shared was obvious.
I've just recently lost a cousin who I've always admired and looked up to. He was a hero to me. I live in Alaska, so I didn't get to see him very often, but he played a large part in my growing up. This is the way I feel about Bruce.
One memory was back in 1969 when I was parked in Scappoose along Hwy 30. I was sitting in my car late one night with the dome light on and my head resting on the steering wheel as I adjusted radio stations. I didn't realize what this looked like. Deputy Bruce was passing through and stopped to see if I was alright. He politely let me know that I shouldn't do that. Bruce was a very good man.
