Ricky Dale Addison
October 28, 1958 – September 3, 2020
Ricky Dale Addison was called home to be with his beloved mother in heaven at the age of 61 on September 3rd, 2020.
Ricky was born in Greenbrier, Tennessee on October 28, 1958. Ricky spent his childhood in Greenbrier where he was a 1977 graduate of Greenbrier High School. He loved his family, friends, and was passionate about Vanderbilt athletics. Ricky was a lifelong Commodore Basketball fan and frequently made pilgrimages to Memorial Gymnasium to attend games. Ricky celebrated life, in particular he shared his joy through the gift of handwritten cards on major holidays and special occasions. Ricky always made sure those he loved knew how much they meant to him and he will be deeply missed.
He was preceded in death by his father, John L. Addison; mother, Betty Addison Cunningham; brother, John Randall (Johnny) Addison; and step-father, John Bell Cunningham.
He is survived by his sister, Sherry Addison (Buddy) Corlew; sister-in-law Deb Cole Addison; step-sisters, Joan (Rick Goode) Cunningham and Helen (Harry Bahlman) Cunningham; and lifelong friend, David Pruett. He is also survived by his nieces and nephews - Collins (Lori) Addison; Michelle (James Mayo) Addison; Courtney Corlew; Chris Corlew; Danitra Bahlman; and Nikki Bahlman; as well as grand nieces and nephews.
A graveside service and interment will take place at 1 p.m. Wednesday, September 9, 2020 at Forest Lawn Memorial Chapel with Pastor John Briggs officiating
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Ricky Dale Addison
September 6, 2020
So sorry to hear about Ricky Dale. We met at MTSU. We both loved basketball and would team up & play other students. We became good friends. Talk on the phone when college ball was on. He truly disliked UT. Lol. Vandy was his team. We went to the SEC women’s basketball tournament about five or six years ago. Had a blast.
Think we both left college about the same time? I moved to Atlanta, Ricky Dale was already there. Like old friends do, we started up where we left off. No more playing basketball. We had moved on from those years.
One of the last times I saw him, he had tickets for Diana Ross at the Ryman. He asked me if I wanted to go. Won’t forget that concert.
We lost touch. I didn’t know how badly he had gotten health wise.
Ricky Dale was always fun, energetic, athletic, loved his mom. We were running around town one day. He said, want you to meet my mom. She was very nice.
So many stories of my buddy. I’ll remember all those good times. Rest In Peace Ricky Dale.