Birth date: Jun 6, 1957 Death date: Jul 24, 2024
Kris Michael Kliemann, age 67, of St. Clair, passed away peacefully with oldest daughter, Kari by his side on July 24, 2024. He was born on June 6, 1957 to Christine and the late Kenneth Klieman. Kris was a graduate of St. Clair H Read Obituary
We were childhood neighbors & classmates. I remember Kris as a fun young person who was active in all things outdoors. For his family and friends, I'm so sorry for you loss.
I'm very sorry to hear this. My condolences to his Mom , brothers, kids, and grandkids. I went to school with Kris and he just always made me laugh. From his early years he was an explorer of the woods and so was I so we had a few pine river adventures. I'm not sure I ever appreciated anyone's interest in doing that as much as I recognized that in him. We all went our ways after high school but due to organizing one of the class reunions, I found his address and wrote him along with an invite. To my surprise, I received a couple page letter back that was beautiful. Full of updates and conversation. He was in a good place sounding peaceful and happy. I was grateful for his letter and kept as a gift. My prayers are with you all. RIP Kris.
Kris was an excellent wireman, and a lot of fun to work with.
Brian Bruner, Local 58
Sorry to see this. Shared a lot of memories with all of the Klieman boys during my formative years in St. Clair. Great times during a simple era.
Kris sounds like a wonderful man and far too young to leave this life. My condolences to Kari and Kris’ family and friends. 💜
When we were young, Kris and I were always trying to keep up with the older brothers. One day we set out to find them. We hiked through the woods and up the pine river past the pig farm. They were nowhere to be found, so we decided to head back. Instead of following the same path we decided to take a short cut and cross the river on a tree that had fell. It was late winter and a early thaw had the river moving fast. I slipped on the tree and went in, away i went. I went down gulping water, I was drowning. Kris ran along the river bank and hooked me with a old golf putter that he was using as a walking stick. He dragged me up .I sat there shivering and expelling water , Kris kept me warm and helped me back home.
We never forgot that day. I owe my life to him .
Thank you, Brother. Keith.
My heart & prayers are with Aunt Chris and her family.
Jo Ann Trepiak
