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Ewoud POOT Obituary

POOT, Ewoud (Eddie). Peacefully went to be with his Father in heaven on 29 January 2015. Aged 86 years. Dearly loved husband of Dickie for 18 years, and loved husband of the late Maria. Loved father of Hubert and Wiesje (France), Murray and Julie and the late Dawne, Mary and Ben van den Engel, and Betty Poot and Mark Weatherall. Loved stepfather of Sara and Peter, Anita and Keith. Loved Opa of all his grandchildren and greatgrandchildren. The funeral service will be held at the Reformed Church, Aberdeen Drive, Hamilton, on Tuesday 3rd February at 11.00 a.m. followed by interment at Hamilton Park Cemetery, Newstead. Blessed are those who dwell in your house, they are ever praising you . Ps 84:4 Special thanks to the nursing staff of Cascades and Hospice for their love and care. Communications may be posted to the Poot family c/- 138 Grey Street, Hamilton 3216.
Published by The New Zealand Herald on Jan. 31, 2015.

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RIP dad 1928-2015

hu poot

February 4, 2015

lea poot

February 4, 2015

to my "opa ver" that i love, will always love, and who will always be in my heart.
i didn't have the chance to get to know my "opa ver" very much, but when i was in new zealand two years ago he was such a loving, gentle and attentive grandfather to me. he was very emotional when we first met and i appreciated enormously seeing him and spending time with him. he asked me to come back and see him before it was too late. i would have loved to have been able to come, and i hope that he doesn't hold it against me for not having been able to.
love lea

david poot

February 4, 2015

I remember my first steps in golfing, with Opa Ver, in the park, with some plastic balls and way to long clubs :) He was showing us his tricks, he was a good teacher. I remember too his patience and wanting to see us progress. Probably wanting to give us something to take back to Europe, which he did. The few times we were together were kept as great memories and that will stay forever. Loved playing with him pool, seeing him with his roses, sitting in his long cozy chair listening to music or watching us watching tv records of cartoons! They were awesome those cartoons! :) Sitting close to him, passing his big hands through our very short hair, sitting with us during diner, and his great prayers. Opa was there for making my first love memorable. He gave and cut the best roses from his garden for me to give to my first ever girlfriend. So cute and so thoughtful, caring, loving and nice of him! A few memories, but very clear and very happy. Those were all very nice family moments that will be cherished and given hopefully further to the other generations. He was a fabulous Opa!
He accomplished great things. A loving grandpa, a teacher to his grandsons, a caring person to all of his beloved ones and a faithful man. If only the world had many more.. we would grow a better world and many roses...
David

alexander poot

February 4, 2015

Memories of "Opa ver"
I remember when we were old enough to hold a golf club and started to practice that opa ver made a hole in his own perfect garden grass for us to practice putting, the best mini golf ever. I was also happy to be left handed as opa was, he made one of his own 5 iron clubs shorter for me to own my first golf club that i still own today, and his own set he gave me a few years after as he didn't play anymore. This same club still helps me today getting out on tough green approaches, perfect for an under tree ball.
Alexander

christian poot

February 4, 2015

It always takes some time to realise but i thank God to have placed him in my life and in the life of all who mourn him today, for he was a good man. Dad told me he was the best of his family with a scythe, that he was amazingly precise with it. I always admired the courage it must have taken him to get engaged to Oma before leaving for war in Indonesia and what it must have taken to leave for New Zealand. also his fascination for nature, once he showed me a seed and then a tree and told me all it takes is a miracle.
Once we were alone on a cliff in Estepona looking at the sea and he told me it was Oma's favorite, just looking at the sea, to be an acting part of an eternal cycle he told me, then he told me the story about the footsteps on the beach, and it made me realise that another thing I loved was how his inner peace appeased me. i remember going to have lunch at his place he made the family-famous toast with cheddar in the oven and there was nothing more to say than enjoy being together, he wasn't afraid of silence, and we would always end up talking about interesting things and be overwhelmed by his knowledge which to me always seemed the result of curiosity and patience, in a way speak to him was like praying, at first there is silence and at the end everything comes together and falls into place.
But the one thing I always think about when i think of him was when he told me that nothing, no job was too dirty if you could wash your hands afterwards, I learnt a lot from that single phrase.
For a long time there has been only one track of footsteps on the beach of his life, but now there are two again.
Christian

laetitia poot

February 4, 2015

When i think about Opa Ver, a few things come to my mind.
The warmed bed 30min before going to sleep, and he turning it off 10min before because he said that it would be too warm, and i saying it could never be too warm in this ice cold country of his, and we arguing every night, he always being right, and i always trying.
I remember him teaching me to play billards on his billard table in that small and cosy room downstairs, he smoking his pipe and drinking whiskey, and i drinking fruit juce.
I remember going out to the lake with him to walk Mate, his forever long friend, his frank laugh when he saw me playing with him and trying to beat him in race (which i never won) and trying to establish a dialog while learning to bark like Mate.
I remember my first 'tea time' at 5pm when i actually thought we would have tea, and he laughing at my surprise when i realized we were actually having dinner.
He is the first one who showed me how beautiful silence can be, how beautiful simple things could be, how to share simple joy can be so very simple, how working the earth can be relaxing and fulfilling. And that taking life with a smile is always nicer and lighter.
Opa Ver was a strong and happy man, my ever lasting figure of strength on the earth, strong and tall as a mountain. He was a good man, only living a bit to far away from me...
And again, and not for the last time, i will tell him how much i love him, and that he is forever a piece of me, and has raised me up to something higher.
Thank you Opa, for all you've done for me, and for being the man you are. Thank you.
Laetitia

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