Charles Joseph Morrison
July 11, 1935 – May 18, 2019
Charles “Joe” Morrison, 83, went to be with his Heavenly Father Saturday, May 18, 2019 surrounded by family and friends.
Joe was retired vice president for PNC Bank, a member of First Church of the Nazarene, and a member of the Masonic Home Alumni. He loved golfing and vintage motorcycles.
Joe is survived by his loving wife of 60 years Toni Matthey Morrison; several nieces and nephews; and several children that called him Granddad.
He was preceded in death by his father Harry Morrison; his mother Lucille Morrison Wing; step-father Kenneth Wing; and siblings Ivan, James, Russell, and Lena.
Visitation will be held from 3-9 pm Friday at Heady-Hardy Funeral Home, 7710 Dixie Hwy. His funeral service will be held at 10:30 am Saturday at First Church of the Nazarene, 3503 Blanton Lane, followed by burial at Louisville Memorial Gardens West.
- Visitation Friday, May 24, 2019
- Funeral Service Saturday, May 25, 2019
- Interment Saturday, May 25, 2019
Charles Joseph Morrison
May 24, 2019
Joe and Toni were my parents dearest friends and are my friends too. Joe was the epitome of dependability and faithfulness. He could always be counted on and he consistently demonstrated love through his service to others. His quiet demeanor was a part of his strength as a leader. He was always a voice of reason. During the last few years of my parents’ Iives, just knowing Joe and Toni were close by was a comfort to me. I feel so fortunate to have known him - and Toni. I am so grateful for their impact on my life.
May 23, 2019
Almost every significant childhood memory has Joe in it. Myrtle Beach every thanksgiving, White Wings every time they came to Texas, at our weddings faithfully helping with whatever was needed, bringing happy meal toys to my boys after he and daddy had played a round of golf, watching western movies, laying in his bed watching old Disney cartoons from his cannon tv projector, playing endless hours with his old cast iron banks, going to see the Stephen Foster Story and coming back to their house to try to peck out the music on their old piano. On and on... I can still smell cologne. Joe wasn’t blood, but he loved me as if I was his own and never let me believe anything different!
You have impacted my life Joe and I will never forget!