Neil L. Anderson

Neil Leon Anderson was born on November 14th, 1957, in Sutherland, Nebraska. He was one of six children born to Leon Jess and Della Maude (Kelso) Anderson of Sutherland, Ne. Neil grew up in Sutherland, graduated high school from there, and afterward was employed to help build the Gerald Gentleman Power Plant. In 1977, Neil was united in marriage to Jeana Lee Cornelius of Madrid. Two children were born of this union, Jeffery Neil and Laura Mae. Neil began working at Burlington Northern Railroad as a machine operator, living in Bertrand, Ne, where they raised their children. In 1997, Neil and Jeana moved to Indianola, Ne, still working at BNSF, and spent their Summers at Swanson Lake as campground hosts until his retirement. Neil was able to enjoy his retirement in Wyoming and Oregon fishing and enjoying nature. Neil was an avid fisherman; he enjoyed the great outdoors and many hobbies including painting and drawing.

Neil was preceded in death by his parents Leon and Della; his son Jeff Anderson; siblings Rick Anderson and Marlene Heinemann.

He is survived by his wife Jeana; his daughter Laura; his sisters Vina, Diana, and Kathy, as well as many nieces, nephews, other family members, and friends.

On December 1, 2024, Neil Passed away at Indian Hills Manor in Ogallala, Ne. A Memorial Service will be at the Community Center in Madrid, Ne on Friday, December 13, 2024, at 3:00 P.M. CST/2:00 P.M. MST, followed by graveside services at the Madrid Cemetery. A reception will follow at Ole's in Paxton, Ne. Cards and flowers may be sent to Bullock-Long Funeral Home of Grant up until 10:00 A.M. on Friday, December 13.

Indian Peace Prayer

Oh Great Spirit, who dwells in the sky, lead us to the path of peace and understanding. Let all of us live together as brothers and sisters. Our lives are so short here, walking upon mother earth's surface. Let our eyes be opened to all the blessings you have given us. Please hear our prayers, oh Great Spirit.

Don't look for me in the ashes you will hold. Don't look for me in the cemetery, look up. I will be in the sunrise and sunset of each day. I will be in the song of the birds. I will be in the tree as the wind softly moves it's branches. I will be in the fish you catch, and the ones you don't. I will be in the deer running free. I will be in the goose that flies without a care. I will be in the fox whose wisdom is unique. I will be in the turkey that gobbles. I will be in the laughter of a child. I will be in the drops of rain. I will be in the love of families. I will be amongst friends as they gather. So, when you look for me, look up, for I have gone home.

Fisherman's Prayer

I pray that I may live to fish, until my dying day

And when it comes to my last cast, I then do humbly pray

When in the Lord's great landing net, I'm peacefully asleep

I pray that in his mercy, I be big enough to keep!