Birth date: Nov 19, 1931 Death date: Jul 26, 2019
Edward Abraham Anderson was born in a tent in Longdale, Oklahoma on November 19, 1931 to Willard Anderson and Anna Bell Tea. He gave up his final battle with cancer at home in Lakewood, Washington, surrounded by loved ones, on Jul Read Obituary
Ed was a charismatic man devoted to Marlene and his family. Loved his politics and his humor. He will be sorely missed by family and friends. Diane Bobiak
What can I say about my dad....... I miss him and it seems so surreal to think he’s not here. I have too many memories to put down, so here are a few.
Christmas was a big deal in our home. Dad would take two weeks off at Christmas to bake cookies, coffee cake, and fudge. We went to candy cane lane to look at Christmas lights and get an eggnog ice cream on the way home. Another mermory that stands out, we were on the pier in Ventura and I had to use the restroom, when I came out he had a small package of Oreos to give me. I asked where he got them, and he told me it was magic! Another time I spilt coffee on his lap and the rest is a story you can only imagine. I believe he yelled at me, I ran to my room and about ten minutes later he came to apologize for yelling, it was just that I had spilt the coffee in a sensitive area. He was my coach when I had my first baby, NaNa, and the first to call me mama. After my mom died, I remember having a real bad dream about my mom. I went in to the living room crying and he comforted me. I have memories of him out in Wasilla, especially at Christmas. I spent every Christmas Eve out there with my family until 1987 when he and my mom and brothers moved to Washington. He was always there for me. Fast forward, I was able to go on a road trip with him and mom to Arizona, go to a family reunion, and was able to spend lots of time with him and mom in Washington before he passed away. He made me biscuits and gravy one of the last times I saw him and I was able to get him coffee and a nice gooy cinnamon roll. I played call of duty World War 2 with him, it was my first time playing. I was able to love on him and it means the world to me that I could do that. The last words I said to him were I love you and aloha. I’m thinking of a song that came out in the late 80’s by Mike + Mechanics called the living years, the first chours of the song goes like this:
Every generation blames the one before, all of their frustrations come beating on your door. I know that I’m a prisoner to all my father held so dear, I know that I’m a hostage to all his hopes and fears, I just wish I could have told him in the living years.
I was blessed that the last sentence in the song didn’t happen to me.
I love you dad,
Aloha.
Pam, your baby girl💕
