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Danielle Slezak
Rod's Daughter
Rod Fleischman
December 1st, 1944 - November 28th, 2025
December 1st, 1944 - November 28th, 2025
"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight." — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
The Life of Rodney Michael Fleischman
Rod was born on December 1, 1944, in New London, Connecticut, to Hollis and Marie Fleischman. A few years later, his family relocated to Portland, Oregon, and then to Camas, Washington, where he was raised alongside his younger siblings, Sue, Mary, and David. As the eldest, Rod was often counted on to be the responsible one, helping care for his siblings. Those early responsibilities helped shape his strong sense of duty and the exceptionally high standards he held for himself throughout his life. His family spent many summers on the Columbia River, where Rod developed a love for boating and water skiing.
He excelled in youth sports and graduated with honors from Camas High School in 1962 as a proud Papermaker athlete. His curiosity about science emerged early, and during college summers he worked as a researcher at the Crown Zellerbach Paper Mill, laying the foundation for a remarkable career.
Rod began his college education at Clark College before transferring to the University of Washington, where he earned bachelor's degrees in Physics and Mathematics in 1967. During the Vietnam War, his education and scientific expertise were recognized as vital to the nation's defense. Rather than military service, he was selected for the Science & Engineering Research Apprenticeship Program and joined Battelle's Pacific Northwest National Laboratory in Richland, Washington, where he contributed to nuclear physics and engineering research supporting national defense.
Over the next four decades, Rod built an extraordinary career as a scientist, engineer, executive, and leader. He spent more than twenty years advancing nuclear energy systems and technology at Argonne National Laboratory and Battelle Pacific Northwest National Laboratory before transitioning into executive leadership. His career later took him to Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory and ultimately to Bechtel, where he first served as manager of Global Human Resources and then Talent Development. He retired in 2013, finally giving himself permission to pursue a lifelong dream—to buy a motorcycle and get on the road.
Rod embraced life with endless curiosity. Living in the Pacific Northwest fueled his love of the Columbia River and the Cascade Mountains, where he enjoyed boating, watersports, snow skiing, and golf. Never one to stop learning, he earned his pilot's license and flew his own airplane.
He loved traveling, solving crossword puzzles and Sudoku, reading, enjoying great meals, engaging in thoughtful conversations, and spending time outdoors. Retirement introduced him to perhaps his greatest adventure: motorcycling. He became a coach for First Tee, helping young people build character and confidence through golf. Rod spent time at his home in Alameda, CA tinkering with one of his beloved Harleys, engineering clever upgrades, and heading out on the open road. He rode with Harley groups in the Bay Area (Oakland, CA Chapter) and Bend (Central Oregon Chapter), making lifelong friends and unforgettable memories on trips to Sturgis, the Four Corners, the Baja California Peninsula and more.
The story of Rod's life cannot be told without recognizing the women who shared it. Susan Blue and Terry Braniecki each played an important role in building the family he loved. In the final two decades of his life, Rod shared a loving partnership with Claudia Arguello. Together they embraced retirement through hiking, motorcycle adventures, and travel, creating cherished memories in his final years.
Family remained one of the defining threads throughout Rod's life. He was the proud father of four children: John Hollis, Danielle Marie, Ashleigh Christine, and Nicholas Joseph. One of his greatest joys was becoming "Papa" to his beloved grandchildren, Colton Jack, Camden Lee, Makenna Marie, and Ryder James. His children remember a father who believed every problem had a solution and every question was worth exploring. He challenged them to think for themselves and found joy in sharing what he knew.
Rod possessed a rare combination of intelligence, curiosity, and resourcefulness. He delighted in solving problems large and small—from wiring the electrical system in his Richland home to fashioning a throttle from a shoelace on the side of a desert highway near Todos Santos. Whether repairing, building, or improvising, he approached every challenge with creativity and determination, leaving his children with an enduring appreciation for curiosity, perseverance, and the satisfaction of figuring things out.
Although Rod achieved remarkable professional success, what he sought most throughout his life was meaningful connection with the people he loved. His analytical mind, one of his greatest strengths, could also make relationships more challenging. Yet those fortunate enough to know him well understood the tenderness beneath his strong exterior.
Rod held himself to impossibly high standards and sometimes struggled to extend himself the same grace he readily offered others. Though communication and consistency did not always come easily, his love for family and friends was steadfast. When someone needed thoughtful advice, practical wisdom, or a steady hand in difficult times, Rod was often the person they called.
In one of the many beautiful poems she wrote, Rod's late sister, Suzanne, perhaps described him best:
"I love my brother Rod because he's fierce but loyal, always wanting to be the perfect everything and forever caught up in being the responsible eldest. But beneath all that blustery boldness is a heart that is loving and soft as angel hair."
Rod died peacefully from complications of advanced dementia during the twilight hours of Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 2025, surrounded by those who loved him in Frederick, Maryland.
He leaves behind a legacy of curiosity, resilience, adventure, loyalty, and a family forever shaped by his love, wisdom, and example. His life reminded us that our flaws do not diminish our worth; they are part of what makes us human, and when met with honesty and grace, they can become our greatest teachers.
Rod is survived by his wife Claudia Arguello, two daughters Danielle Slezak and Ashleigh Ragsdale, son Nicholas Hietter, and four grandchildren, Colton, Camden, Makenna and Ryder. He is also survived by one sister, Mary Fleischman, his brother David Fleischman, his two stepdaughters Gabriela Barnette and Jacquelin Arguello, and his faithful dog Hunter. Rod is preceded in death by his son John Fleischman, sister Suzanne Swingle, and parents, Hollis and Marie Fleischman.
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Terry Marie Fleischman

Though we parted ways, your memory remains vivid and tender. Ours were seasons of pure joy, and seasons of unbearable pain—but always real. We shared laughter that lifted the room, and silence that held weight. You had a heart that genuinely cared - even if sometimes complicated, quiet, and unspoken. We weren’t meant to last forever even though it was my only wish - but for a time, you were my whole world. Together we lived cherished moments of Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle - The romance-novelesque cross-country courtship, the joys and tribulations of raising our precious girls, and even the many sleepless nights we endured struggling to navigate the emotional agonies of our tormented relationship —WE lived our Time in a Bottle. Together we built dreams, but many faded before the dawn. I still remember your voice, your favorite song, the look you gave when words failed. Even now, I hold you in a very special corner of my heart and carry pieces of us, like folded love letters I never threw away. 😊 And I give to you my last letter of love and deep respect - not as a former partner, but as someone who remembers that we were imperfect and flawed – yet sincere and genuine. I admired your sharp wit, your brilliant mind, your gentle eyes. We built a rhythm in our life together that felt safe and REAL. Even when things changed and in our hardest times, you tried. That matters. We both did. I never stopped valuing what we had, and what it meant to both of us. And though our story ended, it was not a failure. It was a chapter, rich with feeling, growth, and authenticity. Some love isn’t meant to last forever. But that doesn’t make it any less true or less valuable or less sacred. We had challenges. We simply didn’t have the tools to manage and overcome our severe differences. But we navigated them the best we could, with tenacity, effort, and care There are days I still hear your laugh. Your words of wisdom. I still hear your voice in certain songs. I still see your handwriting on old notes, still find you in scents, seasons, and in places we once claimed as ours. I still remember the fights, yes, but I remember the forgiveness more. The way we chose love, even when we were hurting. It surprises me, how much tenderness still echoes from a love that no longer occupies space. I don’t mourn because you’re gone but rather take comfort in that part of my life you helped illuminate. When our relationship reached its final pages, we may have unraveled its legalities, but its precious memory is forever stitched into the tapestry of my soul. And I am better for having known you, loved you, and grown alongside you. Thank you. For the love we shared. For the lessons we learned. For the ways you shaped me without even realizing it. You mattered deeply. Your presence was a gift. We shared a chapter of life filled with discovery, tenderness, and undeniable growth. Though our romantic story ended, the pages remain important, inked by laughter, challenges, and moments nobody else witnessed. You will always be kept safe in that special corner of my heart - still dear, still influential—for everything you brought into my world. For me - you were a turning point. You were a mirror, a melody, a storm, a shelter. Our time together, however complicated, shaped who I became in ways I only now understand. There was laughter, the kind that made rooms brighter and softened the edges of a long day. There were quiet moments, heavy with painful honesty, where we learned to speak with more than words. We walked paths that split and rejoined, then drifted again — each step marked by something meaningful and true. Your love wasn’t perfect, but it was real. You were fiercely loyal, often misunderstood, always trying your best – although often a mysterious lightning “rod” to many. I saw your strength in how you stood tall, even when it cost you comfort. I saw your heart when no one else was looking — and I felt your deep anguish and suffering as you struggled to find peace and happiness. Some relationships are for always. Others are for growth. Ours was both. You were a force — sometimes stubborn, sometimes spontaneous, always genuine, always present. You loved in your own way, and that love left an indelible mark. You helped me understand that love can be layered, that endings aren’t failures, there is growth in failure and that people can leave and still leave something beautiful behind. You mattered — even beyond “us.” You mattered in how you showed up for your family, your friends, your world. You brought wisdom, depth, and meaning. We are all shaped by the people we once held close, and I am better for knowing you and the lessons I learned wrapped in joy and the lessons wrapped in pain. You might be gone now but not erased. You are remembered not as someone I lost, but someone who once walked beside me with purpose. Forever into eternity, I will carry you in that special corner of my heart! As always – my wish for you is peace! …… t ❤️❤️❤️ Time in a Bottle…..Song by Jim Croce ‧ 1972 …Lyrics If I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I'd like to do Is to save every day 'Til eternity passes away Just to spend them with you If I could make days last forever If words could make wishes come true I'd save every day like a treasure and then Again, I would spend them with you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go Through time with If I had a box just for wishes And dreams that had never come true The box would be empty Except for the memory Of how they were answered by you But there never seems to be enough time To do the things you want to do Once you find them I've looked around enough to know That you're the one I want to go Through time with
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