Richard Kay Horsley
January 16, 1939 – November 9, 2020
Richard Kay Horsley, who was born on January 16, 1939, died November 9, 2020, after a long illness. He was born to Virginia (Boyd) and Carl Horsley, Sr., the third of eight children. He married Geraldine (Geri Davis) on May 14, 1958, and they enjoyed 58 years of marriage before her passing in 2016. Together they raised four children and have eight grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren and counting.
Richard was an accomplished woodworker, creating many unique pieces for his home and family. He loved camping, fishing, and gardening, and especially country music. He was Hank Williams, Sr.'s biggest fan.
He was a loving father and grandfather, and he loved spending time with his close and extended family. He will be sorely missed.
Richard is survived by his children, Deborah (Dennis) Shell, Stephanie (Brian) Chastain, Mark (Amy) Horsley, and Wendy (Randy McKean) Horsley; grandchildren, Bryan Shell, Amanda Shell, James Smith, Levi Horsley, Austin Horsley, Taylor Horsley, Brianna Welling and Grayce Pruitt; his great-grandchildren, Shaylee Smith, Holden Shell, Keegan Welling, Kamryn Welling and Kenzie Welling; his brother, James Horsley, Sr.; two sisters, Karen Allen and Barbara Marquis; numerous nieces and nephews; and two special friends, Katie Wymer and Jack Tuin.
Richard was preceded by his parents; Virginia and Carl Horsley, Sr.; his wife Geri Horsley; a brother, Carl Horsley, Jr.; and three sisters, Marilyn Reedy, Sue Ellen Bowman, and Patricia Williams.
Friday, November 20, 2020
Richard Kay Horsley
November 12, 2020
I'm so sorry for your lost you all are in my heart prayers and hugs.He was a kind soul....love Toni Shell
November 10, 2020
Some of my favorite memories of Uncle Richie are sitting around a campfire singing songs. He and Uncle Jimmie used to change the words to make me cry.
I can still hear him calling out “Tina, Tina,Tina- Queen of North 6th Street.”
I can feel the wind in my hair as we road in the back of his pickup truck.
I can even almost taste the ice cream he would stop and get on the way home from camping. Funny how he and my dad always new where the ice cream shops were out in the middle of nowhere.
He will be dearly missed.