Albert Gilmore Johnson
November 29, 1929 – February 25, 2019
Albert Gilmore Johnson, also known as “Papa” to almost everyone he met want home to be with the Lord on Monday, February 25, 2019 at the age of 89. He was the husband of the late Margaret Johnson.
He was born on November 29, 1929 to the late Thomas and Sally Johnson. In addition to his parents and wife, Margaret, he was preceded in death by his son, Kent Johnson and a daughter Sharon Johnson.
He was a retired electrician and a US Army Veteran who served in the Korean War. Albert was a loving husband, father, Papa and friend.
He is survived by his granddaughter, Crystal Stanley, who he raised since birth and was the light of his life, and her loving husband Mike Stanley, who he thought of as a grandson, as well as their 3 boys, Mikey, DD and Cam who he loved and spoiled their entire life. Also surviving is Crystal’s daddy, Tony, and his wife Patricia May as well as numerous family members and friends including his best friends Joann and Gary Wisecarver.
A memorial service will be held at 2:00 pm on Saturday, March 9, 2019 at Whitten Monelison Chapel with Rev. Carlton Gunter officiating. Following the service a reception will be held at Fairview Christian Church, 2701 Campbell Avenue, Lynchburg.
In lieu of flowers the family requests that the needs of the great grandchildren be considered.
- Needs of the Great Grandchildren
- Memorial Service Saturday, March 9, 2019
- Reception Following Service
Albert Gilmore Johnson
March 3, 2019
Al was like a second papa to me. I spent pretty much my entire summers playing with Crystal in the backyard and having sleepovers at their house. Some of my favorite memories are charting our growth on the cabinet in the kitchen and engraving our names and bff into the hutch, playing colored eggs, spy on Al and Margie, and goin ridin to get sno cones in the blue truck. Al had a servants heart and was always willing to help anyone in need. He loved his family and prayed for them faithfully and was at the church any time the doors were open. He feared and loved the Lord and served Him faithfully and His faith is an inspiration to me. I can still remember his smile, his smirk, his wink, his laugh. He had a great sense of humor. Ocourse his Santa clause beard and overalls and I can see him working in his garden and can hear him calling me by my nickname Gertrude, Gert, Gertie. He was a gentle giant and even though we have not been in contact for many years he will be missed and will forever be in our hearts. We will see you in glory!