Hello again, Ms. Viv 'Nim Fanatics:
Yesterday afternoon, I challenged myself like never before to write a blog about the passing of Ralph Brandon Gosinheimer. Since yesterday's blog, I received all sorts of comments and well-wishes from my fans. Some of you have even sent personal condolences to me, which I thought was very sweet. I must admit, though, that my favorite response overall was: "OH, LORD JESUS, NO—NOT RALPH!!!" (LOL!)
Okay, as I promised, here is the obituary for our late brother and friend, Ralph Brandon Gosinheimer.
Yesterday afternoon, I challenged myself like never before to write a blog about the passing of Ralph Brandon Gosinheimer. Since yesterday's blog, I received all sorts of comments and well-wishes from my fans. Some of you have even sent personal condolences to me, which I thought was very sweet. I must admit, though, that my favorite response overall was: "OH, LORD JESUS, NO—NOT RALPH!!!" (LOL!)
Okay, as I promised, here is the obituary for our late brother and friend, Ralph Brandon Gosinheimer.
Ralph Brandon Gosinheimer was born on March 17, 1931 in New York City, New York to Terrence and Gladys Gosinheimer, the youngest of three children. Affectionately known as “Ralphie” by his family, he attended Big Apple Elementary School, and then attended Empire State High School, where he graduated the seventeenth of his class.
After high school, Ralph set out to work as a construction worker. In 1953, he met and fell in love with Charlotte Renee Johnson. A year later, the two were joined in holy matrimony. To this union, two lovely daughters were born. After his youngest daughter got married, Ralph and Charlotte decided to leave the busy city life of New York City, and made their permanent residence in Atlanta, Georgia.
Ralph was described by many as an excited, happy-go-lucky individual. He was always positive and upbeat, even when circumstances and challenges crossed his path. His motto was: “Eh, I ain’t worried about it.” Ralph’s biggest claim to fame was witnessing his two daughters get married to two respective responsible young men. The even bigger blessing, according to Ralph, was helping celebrate the 30th wedding anniversaries of his daughters and their husbands, both of whom he christened as the sons he always wanted.
On Monday, November 29, 2010 at 12 noon EST, Ralph was called from labor to reward at the age of 79 years old. His parents and siblings preceded him. Ralph leaves to cherish his precious memory: his loving wife of 57 years, Charlotte Renee; his daughters Angela Margaret (Stansfield) of Atlanta, and Susan Ariel (Douglas) of Los Angeles; his sons-in-law Frederick Stansfield and Bret Douglas; and a host of grandchildren, nieces, nephews, relatives, and friends.
We’ll be seeing you again, Ralphie—take care up there!
After high school, Ralph set out to work as a construction worker. In 1953, he met and fell in love with Charlotte Renee Johnson. A year later, the two were joined in holy matrimony. To this union, two lovely daughters were born. After his youngest daughter got married, Ralph and Charlotte decided to leave the busy city life of New York City, and made their permanent residence in Atlanta, Georgia.
Ralph was described by many as an excited, happy-go-lucky individual. He was always positive and upbeat, even when circumstances and challenges crossed his path. His motto was: “Eh, I ain’t worried about it.” Ralph’s biggest claim to fame was witnessing his two daughters get married to two respective responsible young men. The even bigger blessing, according to Ralph, was helping celebrate the 30th wedding anniversaries of his daughters and their husbands, both of whom he christened as the sons he always wanted.
On Monday, November 29, 2010 at 12 noon EST, Ralph was called from labor to reward at the age of 79 years old. His parents and siblings preceded him. Ralph leaves to cherish his precious memory: his loving wife of 57 years, Charlotte Renee; his daughters Angela Margaret (Stansfield) of Atlanta, and Susan Ariel (Douglas) of Los Angeles; his sons-in-law Frederick Stansfield and Bret Douglas; and a host of grandchildren, nieces, nephews, relatives, and friends.
We’ll be seeing you again, Ralphie—take care up there!
