- Date Of Birth: September 19, 1950
- Date Of Death: July 20, 2020
- State: Mississippi
Bobby Lee Johnson, age 69, of Pascagoula, MS passed away on July 20, 2020. He was born September 19, 1950 to Herbert “Red” and Audrey Eubanks Johnson of Kosciusko, MS. He graduated from Pascagoula High School in 1969 and retired as a Pipe Welder from Ingalls Shipbuilding. Bobby spent his time playing with his grand kids, and living a simple life sitting out front watching and listing to the joys of life while working on a tan.
He is survived by his loving wife of 48 years, Karen Fulkerson Johnson; two devoted daughters, Brandi Johnson Gilliland (Matt) and Bridget Johnson Pigeon (Tony); precious grandchildren, Blaine, Kandice, Topanga and Mason Pigeon and Audrey Gilliland; step-grandchild, Judy Gilliland; two brothers, Bennie Sr and Bruce Johnson (Kristi); nephew, Grayson Johnson and niece,Carlisle Johnson; other nieces, nephews, relatives, and friends.
Death Is Nothing At All
By Henry Scott-Holland
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was.
I am I, and you are you,
and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is absolute and unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just round the corner.
All is well.
Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
