Clark L. Anderson

Clark Lewis Anderson left us peacefully and went home to his Heavenly Father on Monday, November 1, 2010, at the age of 73. Clark was a loving husband, father and grandfather and he will be missed dearly. He was born on May 31, 1937 in Washington, DC. As a child his family moved to the St. Paul area of Minnesota where he lived until 1972, when he relocated his own family to San Antonio, Texas. He lived in San Antonio for 28 years and later by Lake McQueeney for 7 years. He moved to Boynton Beach, Florida 3 years ago with his loving wife, Leslie Jeanne Aderhold Anderson, who survives him. He is preceded in death by his parents, Jack and Myrtle Anderson. He is survived by his 3 daughters, Christine Lopez(Danny), Elizabeth Ricks(Philip) and Julie McCoy(Carmel); 5 step-children Theodore Hill(Amy), James Hill(Michelle), Laurel Matthew, David Hill(Rebecca),Michael Hill(Cathy); and 17 grandchildren. The funeral was held at 10 am on Wednesday, November 3, 2010 at Woodlawn Funeral Home. Pastor John Johnson from Son Life Lutheran Church of Boynton Beach, FL officiated. Interment followed at Woodlawn Memorial Park in Gotha, FL. Memorial contributions may be made to: Hospice by the Sea, 1531 W Palmetto Park Rd, Boca Raton, FL 33486. To give condolences, please go to the guestbook at: www.woodlawnfuneralhomegotha.com

POEM by Clark's wife Jeanne A. Anderson:

LOSING CLARK

Clark has left us here on Earth;

73 years from his birth;

Peaceful, pain-free; he's now sleeping,

While many people here are weeping.

Two long months he had been sick;

The illness was too great to lick;

But Clark faced everything with grace;

And with contentment on his face.

By his side, his loved ones stayed;

Other friends and family prayed;

And for awhile he gained some ground,

But he was clearly Heaven-bound.

As Clark approached the door of death,

And as he drew his last small breath,

Adoring fingers stroked his head;

Until the nurse pronounced him dead.

Orlando is his place of rest,

And we who knew him have been blessed;

Blessed to be his friend for life;

Blessed to be his child or wife;

And by his upbeat attitude;

And his awesome gratitude;

Blessed to be his pal or friend,

And to be with him 'til the end.

We're trying not to be so sad;

And for his own sake, feel glad,

That suffering will find him never,

And he is with the Lord forever.

Jeanne A. Anderson