Josephine A. Gallagher

Josephine A. Gallagher, age 91, died May 14, 2023 at her home in Falls Church, Virginia surrounded by her loved ones. She was born May 21, 1931 in Drifton, Pennsylvania to her parents Frank and Anna Kujat.

She married the love of her life Raymond Gabriel Gallagher Sr. on February 19, 1955 in Drifton, Pennsylvania and they eventually settled in Falls Church, Virginia to raise their four children. They were married forty six years when her dear husband departed this world. She loved animals, knitting, gardening, bingo and playing the penny slot machines. She was a loving, kind, and compassionate mother, wife, and friend. She had a very strong will and a wonderful sense of humor.

She was predeceased by her husband Raymond G. Gallagher, Sr., her parents Frank and Anna Kujat, and four siblings. Survivors include her son Raymond G. Gallagher Jr. and his wife Debbie (Klopp) of Reston, Virginia; daughters, JoAnne G. Studer and her husband Tony of Crozet, Virginia; Joan A. Bunn and her husband, Kenny Bunn of Marshall, Virginia; Kathleen M. Gallagher of Falls Church, Virginia; four grandchildren, Lauren Gassenmeyer, Kara Bilicki, Joseph Bunn, and Samantha Wiese; five great grandchildren, Paige, Nolan, Caroline, Sloane, and Quinn; her nephew Jerry Gallagher and his wife Mary; niece Little Mary Rebbert. Her fur babies Ralphie and TuTu.

Visitation Sunday May 21 at Murphy Funeral Home, from 6:00pm – 8:00pm, at 1102 W. Broad Street, Falls Church, Virginia. Catholic Mass in celebration of her life Monday May 22 at 11:00am at Our Lady of Good Counsel Church, 8601 Wolftrap Road SE, Vienna, Virginia. Burial St. Ann’s Cemetery, Freeland, Pennsylvania, May 25, 2023.

Her family is extremely grateful to VITAS Hospice for their care, compassion, and support which allowed her family to deliver her wish to stay in her home. Those who wish to remember her in a special way may make gifts in her memory to VITAS Hospice, 3251 Blenheim Boulevard, Suite 200, Fairfax, Virginia 22030.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers-

That perches in the soul-

And sings the tune without words-

And never stops-at-all-

And sweetest-in the Gales-is heard-

And sore must be the storm-

That could abash the little bird-

That kept so many warm-

I’ve heard it in the chillest land-

And on the strangest Sea-

Yet -never-in-Extremity,

It asked a crumb-of-me.

Mom is flying with the angels now and dancing a Polka with her true love. Thank you Mom for leaving us the gift of hope. Fly free and with great joy, singing a beautiful song. Mom, we love you more. . . . .

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.murphy-fh.com for the Gallagher family.