Clinton Henderson

Clint G. Henderson was, quite literally, unapologetically himself from birth to death. Born November 17, 1955 and raised in Kansas where he formed the roots to all his future loves. A stubborn man through and through, bowling was his first love-and remained so for the rest of his life. In his early years and well into his 30s, he worked hard to become a professional, reaching Semi-Pro status before an injury made it impossible for him to continue playing. Whether he was chasing strikes or helping others improve their game, the lanes were where he felt most at home.

When he could no longer play, Clint continued to enjoy the sport from the sidelines, turning much of his attention to his other beloved pastimes: politics, poker, and baseball. We're fairly certain he loved us-his family-as well, though since that was never exactly stated aloud, we're choosing to assume as much going forward. After all, he did spend most of his time with us.

Much like in poker, Clint kept his feelings close to the chest-but never his thoughts. He had opinions-lots of them-and whether you asked for them or not, he'd share them. Loudly. To friends, acquaintances, family, or the unfortunate soul next to him in the casino. Despite his spirited debates and strong views, Clint also loved the simplicity of a quiet life: staying home, watching movies and TV, and cherishing his role as "Papa" to his grandkids.

His journey wasn't easy. He used up every one of his nine lives and then some. But in true Clint fashion, he milked the last few years for all they were worth-leapfrogging between hospital stays and treasured time at home with his wife, Susan; his daughter, Amanda; and his grandkids, Malachi, A'king, and Amayah. His eldest daughter, Christina, and son-in-law, Mustafa, didn't live with him-but that didn't spare them from his persistent phone calls and surprise visits, which he thoroughly enjoyed.

Distance didn't protect you from Clint when he was on a mission. His antics extended to his favorite niece, Lisa, and his nephews, Ray and C.W. While he wasn't always the best at staying in touch, Clint deeply valued his family and friends-and neither was ever far from his mind. He instilled in his daughters a deep sense of loyalty, love, and responsibility toward the people they care about.

Clint left this world on April 20, 2025, but he hasn't left our memories. Everyone who knew him has at least one story-good, bad, or both-and if he were here, he'd say what you do with it is your own problem.

We like to think he has a family poker game to get to now-with those who preceded him in death, including his parents, Dan and Florence Henderson, and his seven siblings. No doubt, he's already counting their cards, conspiring to cheat with his dad, and making ornery remarks.