Memories and Thoughts from the Dykstra Funeral Home web site: http://www.lifestorynet.com/memories/83219
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Herb Kraker
September 16th 2012
There are countless memories of cousin Rick. Having grown up right next door and the 80 acre farm/woods that was shared produced many. Different huts in the woods, their geese, horses, trails through the trees, sledding in the winter, sports, throwing blueberries in the patch and on and on. Not having kept so much in contact as adults, it is great to look back as see how Rick's faith was a significant part of his life. It is great to know that we will see him again.
Bob Kok
September 16th 2012
Rick and I worked for FMB/Huntington for my 22 years. He was a good friend. We always talked about hunting. In fact he helped me with 2 of my deer. What a sad surpise to see this Obit in the Holland Sentinel.
Sarah Beckham
September 13th 2012
Uncle Rick was always a man of few words, but I remember his funny one-liners and the love he had for his family and grandkids. My favorite memory of him was from when I was kid and we were all at Sandy Pines and he was pulling Nesa and I behind the boat on a tube. We were terrified because he drove so fast and would purposely turn at sharp angles to make us fall off. We were screaming for him to slow down, but he would just laugh at us and go faster! He was a good man and will be missed.
Scott Veurink
September 12th 2012
I first met Rick when I started working at FMB back in the 80's. After working togather for a bit we discovered we had been born 4 days apart and at Holland Hospital. Well...back in 1953 ladies stayed in the hospital for a minimum of 5 days so, we naturally figured we must have been in the nursery at the same time. That actually made for some fun conversations and also gave us a common bond. When I think of Rick I remember the time his tape measure broke at work. He fooled aroud with that thing for over 2 weeks, off and on of coures. But, the thing is he would not give up on the stupid tool. I told him to go buy a new one and he answered back "that would be to easy:! That man was stuborn! But of course if you knew Rick well you know that in the end he finally got it working. I also think of how he could not pass up someone broken down at the side of the road. He was just that kind of guy that wanted to help others and just loved to fix things. It has been an honor to know Rick and I will not forget him.
Andrew Kraker
September 11th 2012
So many memories for such a great father. I could go on for days telling stories about my Dad. Some make me laugh and others make me cry, but they all remind of of how fortunate I am to have had a father like him.
The one memory I have of dad that always comes back to me is one special night at the Old Kent Ballpark. It seems like such a random memory but I think about it all the time. I don't know how old I was or all of the details, but I do remember is was a cold and rainy night and we were sitting on a hill in the grass. I sat between his legs and he wrapped a blanket and his arms around me and held me tight for the entire game. I never felt so warm in my life! I felt that same warmth the night before he passed as I held his hand and told him I loved him.
I find comfort knowing that God has taken him into his arms and is comforting him just like he comforted me that night.
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