Beloved Father, Brother, Grandfather, Friend, Jack-of- all-trades, and Essential Oils devotee Eugene K. “Geno” Kuennen, age 74, passed away Feb. 1, 2019 in Lakewood, Colo. His big, strong, loving heart finally stopped after a few years of health challenges.
Geno was born in Decorah, Iowa at the tail end of World War II and lived on the family farm near St. Lucas, Iowa, until after he graduated from St. Luke’s High School in St. Lucas.
He served in the Army during the Vietnam War, and after his honorable discharge, he lived in Chicago, where he met and married Marcia Elaine Bianchini in 1970. They raised two children, Lorrie and Chris, and moved to what would become his favorite place on earth, Colorado.
He would call Colorado home for all of his adult life and it’s here he owned a drywall business, a super fun bar at the base of Copper Mountain Ski area, and spent his working life in construction, cultivating an excellent reputation fixing, repairing, building and laying tons of drywall in homes and businesses all along the front range outside of Denver.
Gene and Marcia made a great life in Colorado and the four of them lived in many wonderful communities. Marcia passed in 1992, and after some time, Geno met a nice woman named Marta and they were married in 1994. They lived atop a mountain outside Conifer and he helped raise her two children, Tasa and Tyler, as his own for the 10 years he and Marta were together.
After they split, Tasa and Tyler stayed present in Geno’s life. Geno continued his work in construction and worked often with his son Chris. His relationship with all his kids was priceless. Lorrie, Chris, Tasa and Tyler were integral components of his life and the moment of his passing they were by his side (Chris in spirit) holding his hands and rubbing his huge, bald head.
Single life was again not in the cards and Geno met and fell for Laura. They shared 13 years and he got close to her two sons Jake and Josh as well. During their relationship they kept a summer home in St. Lucas. It was always his dream to have another home in Iowa.
Geno was welcomed in death by his son Chris; his brothers, Linus and Gerard; his parents, Roman and Ann; Marcia; and a plethora of mountain friends who left before him. Geno always had big love and took care of his friends while they lived and as they approached death. He was such a giving man.
Geno is survived by his two Harleys, at least 14 vehicles ranging in condition, tons of what many label as useless crap scattered all over the mountains, his golf clubs and extremely bright clothes, and of course the love of so, so many friends.
His family missing him include his daughter Lorrie and her husband Scott; Tasa and her husband Regan; Tyler and his cat Coral; and his four grandchildren, Dylan, Max, Ava and Raiden; his sisters Mary Jane and Marge; his little brother Merle; their spouses Tom, Jim and Jane respectively; his sister-in-law Norma; and their families all are missing him from Iowa and points all over America.
Geno’s breadth of friends, some spanning his 45 years in the mountains, is astounding and even in his last weeks when a friend would invite him to go to Blackhawk to gamble or to take a road trip, he’d check himself out of the hospital to go be with those he loved.
Geno leaves a legacy and a void all who loved him will be hard pressed to fill.