Many years, and many miles has kept my brother and I apart from one another. I moved away when we were youngsters. So most of my memories of Len was us just being kids. We had a hoot of a time growing up together. doing and messing with each other as brothers do. In later years after all that life brings, good and bad. We are still brothers. Life cannot change that. last year I had the privilege of having brother Len come stay with me for a couple of days. Just him and I. We reminisced about those days long ago. I pride myself on trying to bring humor into all our conversations. I loved to make him smile and laugh! He was always a good sport he'd smile and nod his head even though some of my humor "really wasn't funny" Well mind you...After experiencing strokes, Len had difficulty stringing sentences together. His mind was sharp. He knew what he wanted to say, just couldn't always verbalize his thoughts. Well I am nearly deaf now and have become pretty good at lip reading. So the two of us had a heck of a time communicating with one another those few days. I was working on putting together a very small grill I had picked up thinking we would use it later that day. I struggled with some of the smaller components. Len just set there looking at me in dismay. Bewildered expression in his eyes. As I looked over at him. Clear as I am a lip reader. Out of his mouth comes "Fat, sausage fingers" Bahhhh!!! I grinned .stepped back and Len came over and completed the build. We laughed, We hugged. We told one another. I love you! We are still brother. nothing will change that. We help one another to the end. We are family. I will miss him of course. Thinking of him brings me smiles. forever and always dear brother. Terry .

I am the oldest of the Bourdon siblings, Len was number 3 in the line of 7. Lynda was born 4 years after me, then Len 4 years later, my very 1st brother. Together, we shared 2 upstair bedrooms in our old house, Len and I had the big room at the head of the stairs, Lynda got the small room in the back. Len was about 4, intead of waiting to be called down by our parents to see what Santa had brought, he crept to the railing to peek through for a good look and promply got his head caught between the dividers. The kid was always one step ahead of where he should have been. Terry followed, then Rod, the twins Kevin and as always Kathy 4 minutes late. 5 kids in tow at Peltons Hardware Store in Bentley, Mom and Dad finished making a phone call from the phone booth inside the store to realize Len is not with our departing group. As we return to the store, we see Lenus sitting on a comode display doing his thing in full view through the store picture window. True the talk of the town for a while!! Remembering this at family get togethers brings all of us to tears of laughter. In our family, Len is also known as " Leroy ". In our early years, my wife Gloria, and I would take some of the younger kids for a weekend of snow skiing each winter. On a full chairlift would come the question of where are we going next? Go straight, turn left or turn right would normally suffice. Through muffled scarf or mask would be the answer, but go left or this time we are going straight, someone would reply" right" instead of ok. Pileups and tangled cluster at the top was too common so we came to a simple family solution. NO MORE LEFT OR RIGHT! Lenus was our only lefty so "Lerory" was left, "Rosco" was right. Problem solved, He became Leroy, was adressed as so for the rest of his life. Speaking of life. Len made a lasting impact on the people he encountered, he was not one to mince words about about what he believed. We disagreed about some things, but we used to end with agreeing that we lived in an America where we could respectfully disagree. I say this with admiration, Len was a working fool. In his younger years shoveling walks and driveways after a days work. Len often worked 2 jobs to provide the best he could for his family. Family was number 1 priority. In life, rest was not a priority for Len. I truly believe that Leroy has earned his forever rest. As much as it saddens me to never see or speak to him again, I am glad he is no longer in pain, struggling to communicate his thoughts and wishes. In life, we did not spend enough time together, but I treasure our final moments. Len is the first to join our parents, in time I look forward to the entire family reunion so I will be with Len again. LOVE YOU LEROY. Albert Wayne Bourdon p christmas

Len was truly a Good Man. He was my Neighbor. He lived across the street. I would see him working in his yard. He would bring me Tomato’s and Peppers which Len would grow in his garden. We both we talked a lot about life. When He got sick , I would make sure his trash dumpster would always get back to his house. We would always wave at each other if we couldn’t talk. I’m truly going to miss my Friend and Neighbor. Len take your Rest. For your Labour was not in vain. My Sincere prayers goes out to Teresa and The Entire Family. Jeffrey Cummings- Rathbone Street in Wyoming, Michigan.

I worked with Len for a while and so enjoyed working with him. He was so helpful and willing to help in any way he could. I saw him as a great dad to the kids. I know he will be greatly missed. Hugs kids and you are in my prayers.