Rupert E. Johnson 57, affectionately known as "Rudy" to his friends and "Tootie" to family of Peekskill, NY entered into eternal rest on Saturday December 9, 2006 at the Dumont Masonic Nursing Home New Rochelle.
He was born August 10 1949 to the late Rupert Wells SR and Ermine Johnson and raised by his grandmother Anna Houston.
Rudy was treasurer of the 12 and 12 group of Alcoholics Anonymous Mohegon Lake NY and the Early Birds AA Group of Yorktown. He started an Alcoholics Anonymous group at Graymoor Spiritual Life Center in Garrison, NY.
Rupert had completely dedicated his life to AA and traveled throughout the United States on his mission to spread the importance of sobriety. He had many friends and acquaintance's worldwide through Internet AA groups.
His parents Rupert E Wells SR and Ermine Johnson, two brothers;Ricardo Wells and Rupert Wells Jr, one sister Michele Wells and a niece Renee Diggs predeceased Rupert
His spirit and many happy memories will live on in those he left behind. One sister,two brothers,six nephews, numerous cousins an abundance of friends and many members of the recovery community of Westchester County NY
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~~~~~ "To Remember Me ~~~~
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes my life has stopped.
When that happens do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise , a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain Take my cells if necessary and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all the prejudice gainst my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a deed or word to someone who needs you.
if you all that I have asked, I will live forever"
Hugging Ya's Rudy Johnson
He was born August 10 1949 to the late Rupert Wells SR and Ermine Johnson and raised by his grandmother Anna Houston.
Rudy was treasurer of the 12 and 12 group of Alcoholics Anonymous Mohegon Lake NY and the Early Birds AA Group of Yorktown. He started an Alcoholics Anonymous group at Graymoor Spiritual Life Center in Garrison, NY.
Rupert had completely dedicated his life to AA and traveled throughout the United States on his mission to spread the importance of sobriety. He had many friends and acquaintance's worldwide through Internet AA groups.
His parents Rupert E Wells SR and Ermine Johnson, two brothers;Ricardo Wells and Rupert Wells Jr, one sister Michele Wells and a niece Renee Diggs predeceased Rupert
His spirit and many happy memories will live on in those he left behind. One sister,two brothers,six nephews, numerous cousins an abundance of friends and many members of the recovery community of Westchester County NY
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~~~~~ "To Remember Me ~~~~
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes my life has stopped.
When that happens do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise , a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain Take my cells if necessary and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all the prejudice gainst my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a deed or word to someone who needs you.
if you all that I have asked, I will live forever"
Hugging Ya's Rudy Johnson
Rupert E. Johnson 57, affectionately known as "Rudy" to his friends and "Tootie" to family of Peekskill, NY entered into eternal rest on Saturday December 9, 2006 at the Dumont Masonic Nursing Home New Rochelle.
He was born August 10 1949 to the late Rupert Wells SR and Ermine Johnson and raised by his grandmother Anna Houston.
Rudy was treasurer of the 12 and 12 group of Alcoholics Anonymous Mohegon Lake NY and the Early Birds AA Group of Yorktown. He started an Alcoholics Anonymous group at Graymoor Spiritual Life Center in Garrison, NY.
Rupert had completely dedicated his life to AA and traveled throughout the United States on his mission to spread the importance of sobriety. He had many friends and acquaintance's worldwide through Internet AA groups.
His parents Rupert E Wells SR and Ermine Johnson, two brothers;Ricardo Wells and Rupert Wells Jr, one sister Michele Wells and a niece Renee Diggs predeceased Rupert
His spirit and many happy memories will live on in those he left behind. One sister,two brothers,six nephews, numerous cousins an abundance of friends and many members of the recovery community of Westchester County NY
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~~~~~ "To Remember Me ~~~~
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes my life has stopped.
When that happens do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise , a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain Take my cells if necessary and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all the prejudice gainst my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a deed or word to someone who needs you.
if you all that I have asked, I will live forever"
Hugging Ya's Rudy Johnson
He was born August 10 1949 to the late Rupert Wells SR and Ermine Johnson and raised by his grandmother Anna Houston.
Rudy was treasurer of the 12 and 12 group of Alcoholics Anonymous Mohegon Lake NY and the Early Birds AA Group of Yorktown. He started an Alcoholics Anonymous group at Graymoor Spiritual Life Center in Garrison, NY.
Rupert had completely dedicated his life to AA and traveled throughout the United States on his mission to spread the importance of sobriety. He had many friends and acquaintance's worldwide through Internet AA groups.
His parents Rupert E Wells SR and Ermine Johnson, two brothers;Ricardo Wells and Rupert Wells Jr, one sister Michele Wells and a niece Renee Diggs predeceased Rupert
His spirit and many happy memories will live on in those he left behind. One sister,two brothers,six nephews, numerous cousins an abundance of friends and many members of the recovery community of Westchester County NY
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~~~~~ "To Remember Me ~~~~
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes my life has stopped.
When that happens do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise , a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain Take my cells if necessary and let them grow so that someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow
If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all the prejudice gainst my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God. If by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a deed or word to someone who needs you.
if you all that I have asked, I will live forever"
Hugging Ya's Rudy Johnson
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