- Date of Birth: September 8, 1935
- Date of Death: January 18, 1986
- Age: 50
- Birth Location: Detroit
- Last Residence: Warren, Michigan
- Interment: Resurrection Cemetery, Clinton Township Michigan
His nickname was Dino. Like the dinosaur. Originally dubbed so because of his stature, later the name became the embodiment of his larger-than-life presence and dynamic personality.
Experiencing loss and challenging family circumstances at an early age, he was determined to change life's course for himself, outsmarting the heart condition that took his father and uncles. From his dad, he learned the love of song, inheriting his namesake's musical gifts; he taught himself to read music, and to play guitar and piano. As an adult, he turned that passion into a form of praise and worship, leading a folk group at church for many years.
Armand was a gifted athlete, an All-State high school football and basketball player. Later he channeled those talents as coach to his and the neighborhood kids and community leagues.
Married young to his high school sweetheart, Millie, they quickly started their clan. But it wasn't long before the two of them were taking in and mentoring struggling youth – children of family and friends, even coworkers – who needed a sympathetic shoulder and understanding ear. He counseled and guided them back to a better path.
Armand loved people and had such zest for life. So much so, sometimes he forgot his own strength. His children often joke about the "doesn't it feel good when I stop?" neck rubs.
He lived a life of Christian stewardship, giving and helping at every opportunity. There was nothing he couldn't fix with duct tape, a toothpick or a rubber band – or some combination thereof – earning him a different nickname from Millie that can't be printed here. If he'd had more time, he most likely would have turned his love of woodworking into a retirement career of carpentry, as long as he still had time for fishing!
You recognize his impact reached far and wide when the cemetery procession set a record as the funeral home's longest ever in its (then) history. Testament of the love and respect for him is evidenced by the number of family members and friends who have named their children after him.
But the most moving tribute to him came from a neighbor. Not long after Armand died, Mr. Ted learned he had terminal cancer with a very, very short time to live. He told his family that he'd spent his entire adult life across the street from "Mr. Armand," so he wanted to be buried at the same cemetery across the road from his friend; nothing could make him happier than to be neighbors in the afterlife.
Ironically, God kept his heart intact for the work and service needed here, but still shortened his time with us. Taken far too young, Armand left a legacy of love and a shining example of a faithful life well lived. We love you and miss you, Dad!
Wife Camille (Millie); children Cheryl, Pam, Susan, Tom and Annette; grandson Derek