Arend Richard Lenderink is his "official/legal" name.
He was the oldest of nine.
His father's name was also Arend and he too always went instead by Odee
He's pretty much completely Dutch.
He spoke Pig Latin
He performed all of the "stay-at-home-parent" duties for his first 5 girls while always working full time outside of the home.
He often left the wrapper around the cheese in their sandwiches, just to "make sure they were paying attention"
He ADORED his Father
He lived and told the BEST STORIES EVER
He had the MOST AMAZING voice, EVER
He was REALLY silly
He gave the BEST Bear Hugs
He was never afraid, that I (Sara) know of anyway
He patiently listened and heard each word
He made bad things better
He loved to paint and all of our houses have been gifted by his meticulous detail of painter perfection
He never preached, told stories instead to instruct and guide his children
Jesus was his VERY best friend
He never got over being COMPLETELY SMITTEN with Wanda Lenderink
Once he laid eyes on Wandi, he never looked at any other woman ever again
He was school board President when I (Sara, youngest) graduated and gave me my diploma
He adored the mountains
He loved the Great Lakes
He loved to go for long walks
He was our "safe haven"
He called his little ones Pizon
He never raised his voice in anger
He had the most booming, commanding voice that ever was
All of my (Sara) friends adored him and were terrified of him, simultaneously, at the same time
Although he wasn't a "crier" he often became choked up, especially out of pride in his family
The most important thing to him, was to know that his family would be in heaven with him someday
He had an irreverent sense of humor, but only in the most Christ-like way
He cold turkey quit smoking the moment he met my Mother, Wanda Lenderink
He was the most productive man to ever walk upon the face of this planet
His yard is far and beyond a Landscape Masterpiece
He played with, giggled with, cried with, worked with, traveled with, rode with, skipped with, colored with, wished with, hoped with, got in "trouble" with, swam with, sang with, prayed with and read with his Grandchildren
He fervently wished and prayed for "just one more week in Florida" with his beloved wife/best friend
He didn't want to "go" yet
He made us promise to keep on living if he did
He told each one of us that he would always be in our hearts...and he is...
He always had hope, up until his very last breathe
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