William TenKlooster
November 9, 2011
Peacefully at Victoria Hospital on Wednesday, November 9, 2011, Mr. William “Bill” TenKlooster of London in his 82nd year. Beloved husband of the late Joanne TenKlooster. Dear brother of Geesje (Greta) Martin and her late husband Wilfred; Margiete Hosack and her late husband Glen and their families. Sadly missed by many friends. Bill was a veteran in the Dutch Marines, American Army and a POW in the Korean War. A legion service will take place at the Victory Branch #317 Legion, 311 Oakland Avenue, London on Saturday, November 19, 2011 at 1:00 p.m. followed by a Celebration of Bill’s life. Cremation has taken place. WESTVIEW FUNERAL CHAPEL entrusted with arrangements. (519) 641-1793.
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The Angels decided it was time to opened there wings and carry you to see Joanne where you will now be comfortable and spend the rest of your time with her. I know your Tim Horton's chair will always be there just for you when you decide you would like to come and have a coffee and share some more funny jokes. Rest in peace Uncle Billy You will be sadly missed
He Only Takes the Best God saw that he was getting tired, A cure was not to be. So He put His arms around him and whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes, we watched him suffer, And saw him fade away. Although we loved him dearly, We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes "the best".
He Only Takes the Best God saw that he was getting tired, A cure was not to be. So He put His arms around him and whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes, we watched him suffer, And saw him fade away. Although we loved him dearly, We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes "the best".
He Only Takes the Best God saw that he was getting tired, A cure was not to be. So He put His arms around him and whispered, "Come with Me." With tearful eyes, we watched him suffer, And saw him fade away. Although we loved him dearly, We could not make him stay. A golden heart stopped beating, Hard working hands to rest. God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes "the best".
When I think of Billy, I think of squirrels. Years ago when Joanne was alive she loved watching the birds in the back yard all the beautiful Cardinals, Blue Jays. They had a few feeders, but won’t you know the pesky squirrels would climb the trees and eat the seeds meant for the birds. Billy would have no part of it and went and bought live traps. He caught a few squirrels and would take them to Thamesford and release them. The squirrels continued to grow fat from the seed Billy put out and he was suspicious that the same squirrels were there. So the next time he put out the trap and caught a few, he painted their tails. Drove them out to Thamesford and released them. Well a few weeks later the painted squirrels returned. This time when Billy caught them he drove them to Putnum and released them, let them try and find their way home from there. A man doesn’t have to shower a woman in roses and diamonds. Billy showed his love for Joanne with squirrels. Kim & Dave Guest November 11, 2011
~ Kim and Dave Guest