ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Donald Baudrand 87 years old , born on November 9, 1928 and passed away on April 14, 2016. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Susan Musselman on March 21, 2019
Just wanted to let your family know I still miss Don and Ginny. They were such good friends to me. We started out as church choir friends (in Michigan), but I went through some difficult times and they "adopted" me and became like family to me. They invited me to join their family for Thanksgiving and Christmas the year I was separated from my first husband.
My hubby, Don, and I moved to Chicago within 3 months of their move to Chicago, and it made our move so much easier to have friends nearby. We were able to visit them in Poulsbo a couple times.  I loved them so much and will never forget them.
Posted by Connie Coggins on April 15, 2018
Two years ago and we are grateful for all Dad and Mom have given to us. Never forgotten forever missed our parents left us a wonderful legacy that makes me weep at times for those who have never known a loving Mother, Father or even family. Keep loving keep giving and sharing what we have been so privileged to receive.
Posted by Sharon Acton Davis on April 14, 2018
Dear Cherie and family,
I miss Don too. All of us in the Rolling Bay Presbyterian Church choir miss his wonderful voice in the bass section, but also in the tenor section if needed. Always willing to help me and to sign up for a solo to help fill out the music for the Sundays in the summer. I also miss his fun sense of humor. We are so thankful for his gift of music to Rolling Bay over the years. We are also very thankful for the gift of the full-sized digital keyboard that he left us. We have been using it a lot and it's carrying case has come in very handy too. I sometimes use his folder, #45, and think of him fondly. He was a very sweet man. Precious memories. Love and peace to you all!
Posted by Lisa Williams on November 9, 2017
Thinking of my Uncle Don today, on what would have been his 89th birthday. What an incredible person, I loved spending time with he and Ginny, I miss them every day!
Posted by Connie Coggins on April 15, 2017
I thought yesterday would be really hard but I had so many loving memories that I made it through. I miss you every day, I still have those thoughts of Oh I need to call Dad and tell him...... I too am sorry how your last days were long and we were sad. I am so thankful for Cherie who would not let you alone and Jim who watched over Cherie and How Richard and I did what we could to support from a distance and come when we could. I think we all gained a renewed love and respect for one another through it all. Dad you raised a loving thankful family and even though you and Mom are gone we still love one another, respect and try to keep in touch. I wish there were more dad's like you in the world.
Posted by Lisa Williams on April 14, 2017
Wow it has been a year since one of my favorite persons/Uncle left us, but not without wonderful memories to carry us on. Loved Don and Ginny with all my heart, and not a day goes by that I don't think of them and miss hearing from them and talking to them on a daily basis, but we must carry on! Hope you and Ginny are having fun and pain free in Heaven :)
Posted by Cherie Baudrand on April 14, 2017
One year ago today you stopped breathing. I know you didn't want to die, but your body and brain wouldn't work anymore. I listened to your breathing for 10 days, and I was ready for you to stop, but that doesn't mean I wanted you to die. I treasure the last months we had together; holding hands when we walked like when I was a little girl, going out to eat, going to church and getting to sit next to you, watching Jeopardy and winning a cup of Drumstick ice cream when we knew some answers, getting more of your papers on PlateWorld, flying to my house on Christmas Eve, and having the privilege of taking care of you. I miss you and Mom every day. I can't believe we got your house all cleaned out! Mom can quit worrying. We did it! And hey, Dad, I still haven't gotten those "prickles" you promised.
  I love you.
Posted by LouAnn Baudrand on April 14, 2017
Can't believe it has been a whole year. Yes, I miss my brother and sister-in-law very much, but they have many offspring to carry on their teachings. They raised a great family. Love you Don and Ginny.
Posted by Lisa Williams on November 9, 2016
Well I looked at the date today and realized today was my favorite Uncle's birthday, I miss him everyday, he was a wonderful Man, Uncle, Father and Grandfather, we will never forget him.
Love you!
Posted by Jacobe Horton on November 9, 2016
I still remember how you used to go on your daily runs. When I was little I was convinced I could not only keep up with you, but beat you. I went jogging with you one day, and tried and tried to keep up. I never did. You pushed ahead, only to come back around and tell me to keep trying. Now as I'm older, I am still trying to keep up. Not with jogging, but to keep up with the example you set for all. Your positivity, drive, determination, and love pushes us all to keep going and gives us drive to keep up and make the most out of life. Even though you are gone, we are blessed that you were born on this day and we had you there to push us all to "keep up"! What a great Grandpa, man, person....
Posted by Cherie Baudrand on November 9, 2016
Happy Birthday, Dad. We miss you!
I've been listening to your combo, the KeyNotes from 1950's - loving it! Thank you Richard for making the CD!
We are so grateful for the legacy you left.
Posted by Cherie Baudrand on July 8, 2016
Grandpa Don
My name is Joel Coggins
Son of Connie Lou and Charles Coggins

I wanted to share my thoughts

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.
So if you would close your eyes and take a deep breath. Think of Grandpa and hold that picture in your mind. Think of that perfect picture of both Grandma and Grandpa. Think of all the great memories.

What if today was the greatest day you've ever had
what if this changed your life
what if you loved your family more
what if that sickness in your body was healed
what if you never were sick again
what if you pay all your bills on time
What if you never worried about money again
what if you were happy
what if everyone you met wanted to help out
what if you got a promotion
What if you forgave everyone
what if you were kinder to people.
What if you put others first
What if you noticed things
what if you were polite
what if you never said " I can't afford that"
What if you never said " I can't "
What if you never drank again
What if you never gave in to addiction again
What if I told you that you can't lose
What if every setback was a set up for success
what if you changed your confessions
what if you stopped being negative
what if you tried
what if you put in the time
what if you invested money instead of spending it
What if I told you today that you had a weapon inside of you
You had a force inside you so strong
So powerful that it could change your circumstance and all that your going face
What if I told you had something in your spirit not attached to how good you are but how great He is
It's not attached to how qualified you are or how long you've been in church
But automatically given to those who love Jesus
What if I could convince you that whatever you put your hands will prosper.
What if you knew that you are the head and never the tail.
What if you knew that you are more than a conquer
What if you really knew what you were capable of accomplishing
What if I could convince you that your praise can be a problem for your problem.
What if I told you that you can't die
But only go from life to life
The bible says its appointed one time for a man to die. That is the day Grandpa truly died. He gave his life to Jesus. He was born again and from that day forward he lived.
Sure it's a sad day here on earth for us. But this man lived a life with very few "what if" moments.

He loved
He gave
He shared
He was kind
He was not selfish
He was merciful
He was a scientist
He was a teacher
He was a student
He was a friend
He was a husband
He was a father
He was a grandfather
He was a great grandfather
He was adventurous
He was a musician

These are things that we can associate with

But what he really was, was a child of God
He had a call of God on his life
The bible says “A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children.
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭13:22‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

What I have inherited from grandpa was passed down through my mother and father
That inheritance is that I know what the love of God is and I know who I am in Christ.
I will continue to pass this knowledge on to my kids and and grandkids

I'd like to close with this famous quote .

"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together...there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think, but the most important thing is, even if we're apart...I'll always be with you.” -( Winnie the Pooh)

                                        from Joel Coggins
Posted by Emily French on May 24, 2016
Dear Super Grandpa!

Do you remember coming to Oklahoma for my wedding? You were going to play the prelude music and my organist got sick. It was a mad scrabble to find my music I wanted for my bridesmaids and my entrance, but SUPER Grandpa came to the rescue!!! It was so special having you play. I would not have wished for it to be any different. I remember dad and I standing at the door waiting for the wedding to start and you were playing "Surely the Presence of the Lord is in this place" dad looked at me and said listen! We heard that melody and it was the perfect moment and the perfect song. Thank you for that special gift.

I remember the 1st time Sarah and I got to fly on a plane to come visit you in Illinois. That will forever be one of our favorite childhood memories. You and Grandma presented us with Mickey Mouse watches one morning at breakfast. I guess we were officially initiated! :) I am and was a big "Calamity Jane" fan. In the movie, Calamity Jane goes to chicago she calls it chicaggie and comes back and sings a song about it telling all the guys in the saloon. Sarah and I had fun singing "I just flew in from the windy city the windy city is mighty perr-ty, but they aint got what I've got no sir ree."

I was just telling my husband about being at your home in Polusbo and going running. I was on my last leg of my run and here you come on your bike. You road beside me and helped me complete my run. We chated a bit. I told you I was thinking about doing my Master's. I wasn't sure if I should get my MBA or what I should do? You told me "It doesn't really matter what you get it in, just get it!" I ended up completing my Masters in Human Relations in December of 2013. I loved every minute of my program. Thank you for always setting such a wonderful example for us on the value of education.

Grandpa you have been the best grandpa any girl can ask for. I have enjoyed singing with you, going on walks, your sweet patient presence, going to the beach, getting in the hot tub at night under the Poulsbo sky, most of all your hugs and kisses. Thank you for your generosity towards my family and your love. We are so proud of all your accomplishments and the man you are. You will forever be Super-grandpa to me!

Emily French
Posted by Sue Hausmann on May 5, 2016
We remember Don --such an amazing man! Always so full of life. We loved every visit to Poulso and staying with our dear Chicago friends over the years. Such wonderful fellowship with Don and Ginny. We know how he has missed her and rejoice they are together again. Our love and sympathy to their family. With love, Herb and Sue Hausmann
Posted by Sharon Acton Davis on May 3, 2016
I loved Don! He had an amazing singing voice; great range, tender phrasing; it was a joy to sing with him! I loved watching him care for Ginny and seeing how much they absolutely loved each other! As much as we miss them both, I am happy to know that they are finally reunited in spirit in heaven; Don missed Ginny so much! Don had a great sense of humor too. Thankful for my time with Don, I will miss him dearly.
Posted by LouAnn Baudrand on April 24, 2016
To All of Don's family: I am so sorry for your loss; it is a very hard time for you all. I met Don only once out of all the years I have been good friends with his sister, Lou Ann. We met when we were 16 years old and still see each other and talk on the phone. So I do feel I know the family as Lou always talked about them. Again, you have my condolences.

Beverly Kalinin
Posted by Michael Miller on April 17, 2016
My thoughts and prayers are with your family. It was such a delight for several of us from the Chorale to sing for him in his final days.
Posted by Brooke Thompson on April 17, 2016
I remember Don's gentle smiles radiate as we sang in Chorale. What a lovely spirit!
Posted by Susan Thatcher on April 17, 2016
To all the family: So sad to share your loss.
What a gentle spirit and dedicated Choral member.
We loved singing for him and you all on that sunday.
Blessings to all of you.
Susan Thatcher
Posted by Jennifer Hutchison on April 16, 2016
I am sorry to read that Don has passed. What a wonderful man. I always loved talking to Don. He was interesting intellectually and he was so interested in what others were doing also. He will be greatly missed!
Posted by Marilyn Blackorby on April 16, 2016
My sympathy goes out to all the family of Don and Ginny Baudrand. Their friendship is irreplaceable. I have enjoyed meeting and knowing their family so very much. Don was an extraordinary person. He was so very gifted and shared his gifts with generosity. I will miss him very much.
Posted by JohnandKarin Lee on April 16, 2016
We are so sorry to hear of your dad's passing, Connie. We know he was ready and we rejoice that he's in heaven, welcomed by Jesus along with your mother and other family members! However, it's never easy letting go of those you love so dearly. So many wonderful memories! I don't know if I (Karin) ever met your dad...i think so, but regardless, the qualities I see in you are certainly there because of your parents' love and training, impartations, etc. Then God developed those same wonderful qualities, matured and refined them into a precious woman of God who demonstrates His love so profoundly. I know your earthly dad must be very proud of you, just as your Heavenly Father is! We pray and surround you with the Comforter's peace as you continue on this path, knowing you are deeply loved and cared for!
Posted by Barbara Lockie on April 16, 2016
It's difficult to believe that Don and Ginny are no longer here. Both of them were such a wonderful part of my life. Don's life exemplifies all the good things in life. He loved the beauty in nature, art, music, family, and especially the church. He generously shared his talents with everyone. He will be greatly missed. He leaves a wonderful legacy of family. My sadness is only temporary as I am looking to reunite in heaven with both Don and Ginny.

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Posted by Susan Musselman on March 21, 2019
Just wanted to let your family know I still miss Don and Ginny. They were such good friends to me. We started out as church choir friends (in Michigan), but I went through some difficult times and they "adopted" me and became like family to me. They invited me to join their family for Thanksgiving and Christmas the year I was separated from my first husband.
My hubby, Don, and I moved to Chicago within 3 months of their move to Chicago, and it made our move so much easier to have friends nearby. We were able to visit them in Poulsbo a couple times.  I loved them so much and will never forget them.
Posted by Connie Coggins on April 15, 2018
Two years ago and we are grateful for all Dad and Mom have given to us. Never forgotten forever missed our parents left us a wonderful legacy that makes me weep at times for those who have never known a loving Mother, Father or even family. Keep loving keep giving and sharing what we have been so privileged to receive.
Posted by Sharon Acton Davis on April 14, 2018
Dear Cherie and family,
I miss Don too. All of us in the Rolling Bay Presbyterian Church choir miss his wonderful voice in the bass section, but also in the tenor section if needed. Always willing to help me and to sign up for a solo to help fill out the music for the Sundays in the summer. I also miss his fun sense of humor. We are so thankful for his gift of music to Rolling Bay over the years. We are also very thankful for the gift of the full-sized digital keyboard that he left us. We have been using it a lot and it's carrying case has come in very handy too. I sometimes use his folder, #45, and think of him fondly. He was a very sweet man. Precious memories. Love and peace to you all!
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Memories of Super Grandpa

Shared by Rachel Jacobsen on May 13, 2016

I remember visiting Grandpa Don in Michigan when I was little. I remember he could drive with no hands (using his knees) and he would take us out in Grandma’s 280Z sports car for a joy ride with donuts in the icy cul-de-sacs.  I remember him laying on the floor and playing with us and showing us his sunken chest after coming in from a run. I remember going to church with them when we visited, in Michigan and Chicago, where Grandma and Grandpa would sing in the choir.  In Chicago, I remember visiting his office at work, and thinking how hard he worked and how long his commute was as we passed through several toll booths on the freeway. 

 I remember loving to be with him, he was fun to visit. He was our Super Grandpa!  I was very lucky to have had a few special visits alone. After Grandma and I spent time in the basement of the townhouse sewing, Grandpa would come home from work and go on a bike ride with me or play the piano for me. I especially liked him to play the Entertainer when I was in middle school. One christmas when I was in high school, Grandpa gave me a pink sweater that he had picked out himself. I felt very special, knowing how much he disliked shopping.

 When I graduated from high school, I was able to spend some time with them in Chicago. We sailed on the Blue Note, went to concerts at church, and ate blueberry pancakes. Grandpa would come into the kitchen and give Grandma a hug and a kiss, and call her pudge. Grandma Ginny spent one weekend at a quilting conference, so Grandpa took me on a special date.  We went to Greek town for dinner and to the theater to see Noises Off.  We had a great time together on our date! During that trip, we also toured Chicago on a double decker bus. I liked going to the museums and aquarium in Chicago with them when we visited. 

Grandma and Grandpa came to visit me too after I was married, in Utah, Minnesota, and California.  They came to Utah when I graduated from BYU. Grandpa gave me a hug and whispered in my ear that he was proud of me.  After my graduation, we had dinner in a restaurant in Salt Lake City. In the restaurant, Grandpa got up and sang “Misty” with the pianist. They came to see new babies as we moved around the country, their great-grandchildren. I wanted my children to know and love them as I did.

 I remember grandpa exercising, going out for runs and playing tennis. I remember him working hard. I remember his love and happiness, his pride in the things he accomplished and his musical talents.  I remember their wonderful example of marriage. Grandma Ginny and Grandpa Don loved and served each other and those around them. I’m grateful for the legacy of love they have left us. 


Parts of a Whole

Shared by Cherie Baudrand on May 8, 2016

We will always remember how …

Grandpa’s legs ran and jumped hurdles, ran across tennis courts, and got him to the church on time.

His hands played the piano and harpsichord.

His hands lifted his children, held our hands, and helped Grandma walk.

His arms gave great hugs to visitors and friends all over Kitsap County.

His blue eyes twinkled with laughter and love. 

His eyebrows let us know when we didn’t follow the rules. Those eyebrows directed the choir in Temple City while his hands and stocking feet played the organ.

His voice sang in church choirs, The William Hall Chorale, The Detroit Symphony Choir, and at many of our weddings.

His brain experimented, invented, and wrote technical papers and books, and then began to let him down. 

His generous spirit kept us all feeling safe and loved.

His heart! His heart loved all of us, especially Grandma!

 

The Widower from Choir by Sue Sutherland Hanson

Shared by Cherie Baudrand on April 26, 2016

You don’t feel like your best self when you fall apart,

but you have to fall apart to become your best self. Richie Norton

 

We used to sing with him, jaunty retiree, in the church choir,

a chemist of metals, a confident man, who oft spoke

of years in the college glee club. He played tennis,

spry, in control, exuded wavy-haired charm, bordering

on arrogance. He leapt at solos, corrected mates freely

while his wife, G., smiled at her prince charming. 

 

I saw him the other day, years later, frail

standing vacant by his car in the market lot.

I didn’t wave.  Last time I saw him with G.,  

he’d forgotten who I was. Or was it her?  

One of them tried to explain our connection

with a tinge of intensity.  I met him cart to cart

 

in bulk foods by the nuts where he looked

hard at me.  I’d heard his wife passed, prompted

his memory, saying I’d sung with him years ago,

said I was sorry ‘bout G’s passing,  it must be hard.

He shook his head, mumbled thanks, how he’s better.

At least now I can say her name without… He stopped,

ran fingers down his cheeks in the path of tears.  

 

Moved, I mumbled, life can be hardYes, he agreed,

this is the hardest thing ever.  I’ve been back to choir

three times and do you know, I couldn’t make heads or tails

of the music the first time. The second time, I got the words

but not the notes, and the last time, I could sing again.  

 

I asked how old he was and he opened his mouth,

but no words came out.  Defeat clouded his face

as he struggled to remember.  Finally he gave up,

it’s a terrible thing not to remember your own age.

I joked we could all use fresh minds like my grandson’s,

as I touched the four-year-old, sitting in the cart.

The man smiled sadly, I need a new brain.   

As we rolled our separate ways, he added, Oh,

I still do technical writing. That’s been good.

 

Less concerned after hearing that, I still needed

to check my list to stay on task. His story round loss

and losing replaced spagetti, half-and half,  and carrots

We passed again in front of the pasta, and without pause

he said, I’m 86. I turned, watched his straight back,

his legs spring jaunty steps, and I set my list down.

Death was not at hand after all.