Jon C. Doughty

From Jonny’s brother, Earl:

Jon Curtis Doughty 01/10/1949 ---- 03/02/2020

Jonny (Rosebud) Doughty, 71, was born in Dallas, Texas on January 10, 1949 and died in Mesa, Arizona on March 2, 2020.

He is survived by his wife Cynthia, daughter Amanda, and granddaughter Scarlett who are all residents of Mesa, AZ. He is also survived by his brother Earl, sisters Mary and Vicki of the Dallas, TX. metroplex, along with nieces, nephews, extended family and innumerable friends. He was preceded in death by his mother, Nora Aileen (Boykin), his father, Earl Edgar Doughty, Jr., his sisters Donna, and Beverly, and nephew, Tony (Bubba) Hernandez.

Jonny grew up in East Dallas and was one of six siblings. He lived in Dallas, TX., Milwaukee, WI., and Mesa, AZ. At a very early age he had his sight set on being a drummer, and that's exactly what he became. Being a redhead, he picked up the nickname Rosebud, and that stuck as he played and recorded with many local rock ‘n' roll bands. There were few drummers who were better than or admired more for their talent than Rosebud. He will be sorely missed by all that had the pleasure of knowing and working with him.

And from me:

Jonny was a drummer. That was not only his profession, it was who he was. He was a drummer in his soul, his spirit, his being. At times people would ask when he was going to get a real job. The question always took me off guard, and I would think, “it doesn’t (he doesn’t) get any more real”. And it wasn’t a job. He lived and breathed being a drummer. It was his calling. He was born to be a drummer.

Jonny was a good man. There was nothing fancy about him. What you saw was what you got. He never said a bad word about anyone. His only demons were alcohol & chocolate. He loved to cook and work in the yard. He made a mean chicken¬-fried steak. His pinto beans were to-die-for.

When I, or Amanda, or Scarlett would say, “I love you”, his immediate response was, “Me too”. It was his way of telling us he loved us. It was our joy when he said it. Jonny was truly a man of few words. He was not demonstrative. He wasn’t a communicator.

To say that he adored his daughter and granddaughter would be a tremendous understatement. To say he loved me would be fact. God could not have put two more different people together. But He did. Jonny was a pessimist. I am an optimist. His motto was, “It can’t be done”, mine was, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”. We were Yin and Yang; seemingly opposite or contrary forces that are complementary, interconnected, and interdependent.

There is no way to put the full essence of Jonny in one obituary. He was too much. He was my man my love, Amanda’s dad, Scarlett’s Papa. He was a son, brother, father, grandfather, lover, a friend. If you knew Jonny, you loved him. He never gave you reason not to. There was only one Jonny “Rosebud” Doughty, and he will be missed.

Give respect and honor to whom it is due. Romans 13:7