RIP good friend.  You will be missed by many.                                                                       As much as I gave you a bad time about it I will miss the Hi Ma and Pops and hugs when we saw you.  

With much saddened Hearts....
 Dawn and Terry Ocheltree

Thanks Don Mars, for your words on the obituary website.  Roy would have been the only one to say more about himself than you did (a joke as Roy didn't really spend that much time talking about himself).  But everyone should consider the message Don shared that life can be short and don’t put off things you want to or should do.  Roy lived each moment he was given and so should we.  Perspective is sometimes a good thing (at least it always is for me).  At the cemetery on Friday, I read some gravestones (that's what they are there for) and I saw one with a single year on it which made me realize that even though Roy died too young, we still got almost 58 years with him.  We got to be part of the life that was worth celebrating. Also, at the cemetery there was a long period of silence one time and Kelli finally said something along the lines that if Roy were here, we wouldn’t have this silence.  We all laughed as Roy would have wanted at that moment.  We took long car rides to see family in Montana and Minnesota in the days before devices.  Only music was from the staticky radio, and we generally figured out how to keep Roy up front with mom and dad because they would get him to stop talking for periods of time.  Many years later, Roy and I were talking about him taking his kids on a trip to Bellingham and how one of his would never stop talking...  “Karma”  Another thing that happened on one of those trips.  Roy was known to like All You can Eat situations (based on stories at the Celebration of life) and we stopped in Montana, and we got pancakes for breakfast.  After we each had our two or three and left the table, our Aunts asked if anyone wanted more, and Roy said he did.  That went on for a while until Roy had 26 pancakes (and these were not the silver dollar sized ones either). Make the most of each day of your life and always let those around you know they are loved so there are no doubts.  Roy lived that way and it’s an example for us all.

Being Roy's older (oldest) brother by 6.5 years, we didn't really share a lot of time growing up.  I hear he was a pretty good bowler (ha ha), but my claim to fame is one game over 200.   Roy made sure I knew he could do that from up above the lanes where the tables are.  Put me in my place ;)

Roy could be as annoying as he was funny.  I know many of you got to meet him for the first time and he’d smile with a full set of teeth then close his mouth and reopen that smile with a tooth missing.  Annoying but funny no matter how many times it happened.   

We used to fish out of Shilshole Bay a lot and we’d pull the boat out and Roy would get ice cream cones at Little Coney for everyone that fished that day.  He’d bring them to us with a bite or two gone from each one.  Thanks Roy...

I’ve seen many pictures recently of Roy through the years and I keep asking who is that skinny black-haired kid

His nick name in high school was “outta order” and I’m sure we can all attest to many of the things he said were fitting that description.  If you were ever on the wrong side of one of his quips just know he never meant anything malicious by what was said, just his unfiltered brain trying to be funny.

My wife has pictured Roy and mom meeting up on the other side and she would probably say “what the hell are you doing here?"  (He died outta order)

Roy and I shared a love of baseball and when he died the Mariners were in first place…. That was short lived, and I can tell he hasn’t been able to help from the other side.  At least they won on the day of his burial and today at his celebration of life.



Loved Roy!  He was my bowling buddy in the 90’s. Always made me laugh. He was a treasure! ❤️💔

We are so sad to hear of Roy passing. Although we did not have the opportunity to meet Roy and Kelli and our new daughter in law Andrea,  the Dorchak family here in Chile South America still morn his loss. Our prayers are with Roy and  you all. 

Lori, Thomas and Jim Dorchak. Puerto Octay Chile. 

Sunset Bowl early 83ish, Practicing and Roy came down just chatting and began bowling with me again just chatting laughing talking crap. Roy mentioned my release, (me being older and knowing so much more) didn't give it much thought kept throwing bad shots and getting frustrated.  Roy just grabbed my hand twisted it said give it a try, no pressure laughing the whole time. Roy was a suttle genius, didn't care who you were or thought you were, he was just a guy that didn't know just how good he was.  So, a few days later I shot my first 800 series after a long slump, moral of the story is listen to the quiet voice and Roy was a loud quiet voice just doing what he did smiling and joking the entire time. I have always held Roy at a level of respect that I reserve for a very select few.  Thank you, Roy. 

Words can NEVER express the pain I feel at the loss of such a good, full of humor, awesome bowler, definitely a good friend. Our heartfelt condolences and deepest sympathies to Kelli and his family. Know that he is with you always in all ways. God Bless you all. Keeping you all in prayer 🙏.
Quinn & Dee Simpson

pg1 of 3. There are those few men among us that are so comfortable in their own skin, so satisfied and accepting of who he sees in the mirror, who embraces, lives, and loves that "man in the mirror", and able to present himself to the world in a humble, honest, unpretentious manner, that we can't help but to be attracted to him. We find him irresistible. A man that is so easy and nonthreatening, caring and understanding, that we know he is a friend. Roy became a regular play mate of mine when we were about 7 or 8 years old, and he was firmly a central figure in my life for the next 10 years, those easily influenced, developmental years of all our lives. He brought with him a genuine jovial demeanor, a happy, friendly desire in his approach to the day that made his inclusion in anything going on in the neighborhood that day mandatory. His searing, take-no-prisoners humor was always delivered in a non-malicious, wink-of-the-eye manner that made it impossible to take offense, but more made one feel like a phony for exposing oneself to such a jibe. He wasn't pretending to be something he wasn't, and he wasn't going to allow you to either, at least not without everybody within earshot knowing all about it. I was an easy target for him more times than I care to admit, and he seldom failed to take his shot. And I could not have resisted succumbing to the truth of it any more than if his target had been my worst enemy. Neither surroundings nor audience restricted him in anyway. From improvising a sneeze at the Colosseum Theater in the middle of "Caddyshack" from ah-ah-AHCHOO, to, at full volume, ah-ah-HORSE$#!^ (the packed house erupted with laughter) to draping himself over a clothes basket full of my family's dirty laundry and proceeding to give it a couple little humps, RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY MOM (She kicked her head back, gave out a yelp, and simply said "For heaven's sake Roy") He knew he could get away with it. My mom adored Roy.

pg probably 3. Time is uncompromising. What you do not use will not be reserved for later or returned to you in any fashion. It seems like only a couple of years ago, but I'm sure it's more, I swung by Roy and Kelli's just to see what was what. I hadn't seen them since Marcus's graduation celebration. Roy wasn't there, but I talked with Kelli for a couple minutes. I mentioned the picnic and thought it had only been 2 or 3 summers previous. She said no Don, that was 7 years ago. I've thought of that many times since, and it hurts. Roy, being the fisherman, threw the line out many times, and all too often, I failed to strike. Always thinking there's tomorrow, always being busy with important things that now amount to nothing. It's been 50+ years now since those first carefree, always seemingly sunny days at Salmon Bay Park when I first got to know Roy. There have been very few of those days, even if not in body, at least in heart and soul, that Roy hasn't been there. The impact he had on this one particular soul in our early life is indelible. I took it for granted that there would always be tomorrow. However, in all the tomorrows from now on, the fondest of memories will have to suffice. I can't imagine there will be a day the rest of my life that Roy won't flash through my mind, if even for only a moment.

pg2 of probably 3. 
When I learned Roy was sick, a picture of him in a hospital bed and Kelli posting some absolutely incredibly unbelievable nonsense that if this treatment doesn't work he'll have virtually no time left, I was in total denial. Seeing him at Kenmore Lanes he looked strong, he had weight on him, he was just Roy, the same Roy that I had always known. It finally sank in weeks later after a quick PM back and forth with Craig that, yes Don, HE IS SICK.
Like everyone, I've lost loved ones. My parents, and my wife's parents, are gone. Roy is the second of the "neighborhood boys" to have left us much, much too early. But there is something about this one that is hitting much differently than any previous loss. Perhaps a bit of guilt for a neglected friendship? There's a bit of that. But it's deeper, down to the core. A friend who's approval you always craved. A measuring stick of what kind of a man you may become. An example, time and time again, of what a good person is. An unguarded soul that revealed himself honestly to everything and always came out of it without a scratch. I told Craig no matter how long between seeing Roy, it's always as if I'd just seen him the day before. He never changed. Sure, there was Kelli and the kids and life and everything else, but he, himself, never changed. He was always the same Roy. He, himself, was indestructible. He had his "spot" in this crazy world, this crazy life, and nothing could ever get him off that spot. It doesn't surprise me one bit how he and Kelli handled this God-awful situation. Extraordinary people, truly.

Village lanes in the day.Roy was on my team and such fun we had.He bowled his first game a 170.Then he got a cocktail  and proceeded to go off the sheet for his next 2 games.like 280 and a 260.Was to date the coolest comeback id ever seen.I think it was a Mo Thomas Screwdriver.





OBITUARY

Roy Gordon Lynch

May 15, 1964 – April 26, 2022

Purdy & Walters at Floral Hills Funeral Home & Cemetery

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