Rickie Godfrey Johnson

Rickie was reared and educated in Rancho Cordova, CA. He graduated from Cordova High School where he was a very popular athlete in both Football and Track and field.

Rickie went on to serve his country in the U.S. Army. He then went on to culinary school and had a passion for cooking and eating. He shared his gift at several restaurants in Sacramento, CA and went on to own his own catering business. He always loved to cook for his family and friends.

Rickie was an avid sports fan. He loved the Raiders football team. He often went back and forth with his sisters and niece about his rival the Chiefs, all in fun. His passion for football also led him to coaching youth football for a few years.

Rickie leaves to cherish his memories: a loving daughter, Kayla Johnson of Sacramento, CA; devoted parents Edna and Leonard Watson of Alpharetta, GA; a brother, Gerald Johnson of Waco, TX. Several sisters, Pamela Whiting of Fallbrook, CA; Linda (Darrell) Dowden of Bellevue, NE; Lovie Watson of Kansas City, MO; Terri (Norman) Pringle of Alpharetta, GA; His Nieces Erica Buie, of Kansas City, MO, Sydney Williams of Alpharetta, GA; his Nephew Marcus(Isabel) Thomas and many loving nieces, nephews and cousins and loyal friends. Rickie was predeceased by his biological father Major Johnson, his brother Charles Wells and his sister Mary Gilbert.

Services will be held at the Georgia National Cemetery at 1080 Scott Hudgens Dr, Canton, GA 30114 on 12/18/23 at 2pm. Repass after funeral still to be determined.

In loving Memory

A limb has fallen from the family tree.

I keep hearing a voice that says, Grieve not for me.

Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.

The good life I lived while I was strong.

Continue my heritage, I’m counting on you.

Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.

My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.

Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.

Continue traditions, no matter how small.

Go on with your life, don’t worry about falls.

I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.

Until the day comes, we’re together again.