Mr. Kenneth Lee Bledsoe Sr.

Birth date: Feb 24, 1966 Death date: Dec 7, 2025

Mr. Kenneth Lee Bledsoe Sr, age 59, passed away unexpectedly on Wednesday, December 7, 2025, in Allendale, MI. Ken was born in Grand Rapids, MI, on February 24, 1966, to Morris and Emma Lee (West) Bledsoe Sr. He graduated from Tho Read Obituary

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Tra Pru

1d ago

Ken and I have 2 children, Amber and Ken Jr.
My family, and friends knew and loved Ken over the years. It so very surreal, and hurting that he is not around. I hurt for my, his children mainly.

I could appreciate the unique way he enjoyed only what he wanted to enjoy in his leisure time. Shopping, and just laughing at something or people. With a perspective only Ken would have, and no one was changing his mind, usually.

You wanted to get his attention you have to go Ms. Emma on him, and call him Kenneth!!!! Got him everytime.

When he laughed he meant it.

He was hard on himself for a while.
Tried to tell him he didn't have to be.
Loved him, Love him.
Our family was that.

Years later, I annoyed him of course lol. But thats because he wanted to be annoyed by me, not that I did anything to him, and Ken knew it. I called him Bledsoe in later years. It was like calling him Kenneth!!! lol He'd walk off sometimes because he couldn't tolerate me. I was overbearing at that point, according to him. It was the same overbearing love he fell for. So dont tell me it's annoying now Bledose, And I'll always love you Too.
Of Course. He always bragged that when he woke up, none of his money was ever missing. He knew I was there for him.

We're not going to act like Ken Sr. never pissed me off though.
But just like with him, love was love.
My brother called him Swiss.

In Ken's Memory: Let your good intentions be known to others...
He had so much on his heart that he wanted to exercise, and he did. There was more he wanted to do...So let it be known to someone whats on your heart. Especially Your Children.
The Love He Had for Children was seen before mine were born, towards children that weren't even his (CR). That's one thing I fell for as a young girl.

Later Swiss Bledsoe,
So very sorry you had to go...
Always, Trace

Alan Jerome

10w ago

I wish you guys could have seen him when were growing up my brother traveled from 3 mile in walker to Lafayette SE Grand to see his little brother and mother and I think about that an the look on our faces when he was coming and made it we had great times playing basketball and acasinal fight,smfh always big bro!! I will never get u back but you were already gone pursuing your dreams your kids are beautiful, and I love them so much always have.a piece of me is gone forever!!!!!! Never ever forgotten till I see you big daddy, grandmother, momma again ,rest easy love you big dog!!!!!

Precious Ogunje

11w ago

in honor of Kenneth.

It’s hard to put into words the kind of presence Ken had in my life but I’ll try. For almost three years he wasn’t just my roommate he became a mentor, a friend, and in many ways a father figure. He had this way of taking me under his wing sharing life lessons with patience and care giving advice like a man who genuinely wanted to see me grow. From the staircase while I was cooking in the kitchen he would engage me for hours talking about his job at Wendy’s how much he loved it the frustrations the challenges and the little victories. He never hid his humanity he was real raw and authentic and that made every conversation meaningful.

He was meticulous in everything he did a truly clean and orderly person who never caused any trouble in our home. Yet beyond that he had this infectious energy a lightness that made our home feel safe and warm. And then there was his lucky streak his “lucky fingers” as he called them. He won lottery after lottery almost like the universe favored him and when I’d jokingly ask him to share some of that luck he’d just grin and say “If you have it you have it.” It was never arrogance just a quiet confidence that reflected the way he carried himself.

His presence his guidance his humor his quirks and even his frustrations at work they all painted a picture of someone deeply human deeply alive and deeply unforgettable. Accepting that he’s gone has been one of the hardest truths to face but I am grateful for the time we had for every conversation every shared laugh every lesson and every moment where he made me feel seen and cared for.

Though I’ll no longer hear his singing or catch him from the staircase sharing stories his influence remains in me in this home and in my heart. He was extraordinary in the ordinary and I’ll miss him more than words can express.

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Stephanie Roxanne

11w ago

I always loved working shifts at Taps with Kenny. He always was making me laugh and smile. RIP sweet soul ♥️

Stephanie Baker

11w ago

in honor of Kenneth.

Love you family

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Kathy Shuman

11w ago

He was opposed to cruising, but after the first one he was hooked.

Kathy Shuman

11w ago

He found it amusing that my hair managed to appear everywhere, even on freshly washed clothes. ❤️❤️

Laurie Shepard

12w ago

I remember when Ken worked at Charley's Crab and I went there for an office Christmas party. I told the waitress my brother is the chef. He personally brought my food to me. The plate was beautiful with edible flowers. The food was so good. I guess he got his passion for cooking from dad. You always sent me a text on my birthday and I waited for it. Rest in peace my little brother, yor big sis Laurie

Tra Pru

1d ago

Ken and I have 2 children, Amber and Ken Jr.
My family, and friends knew and loved Ken over the years. It so very surreal, and hurting that he is not around. I hurt for my, his children mainly.

You wanted to get his attention you have to go Ms. Emma on him, and call him Kenneth!!!! Got him everytime.

When he laughed he meant it.

He was hard on himself for a while.
Tried to tell him he didn't have to be.
Loved him, Love him.
Our family was that.

We're not going to act like Ken Sr. never pissed me off though.
But just like with him, love was love.
My brother called him Swiss.

Later Swiss Bledsoe,
So very sorry you had to go...
Always, Trace

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