Richard Jones

richard jones
Richard Jones, 72, of Westridge Drive, Asheville, died on Wednesday April 4, 2007 in Mountain Area Hospice Solace Center. He was born in Detroit, Michigan and was the son of the late Bruce and Josephine Norcus Jones. He was a US Army Veteran. He is survived by his wife, Sharon Puffpaff Jones of Asheville; one daughter, Lisa DeCarle and husband Michael; one son, Jeffrey Jones and two grandchildren, Zachery and Lauren DeCarle. A memorial service will be held at 11:00 AM on Saturday, April 14, 2007 at Groce Funeral Home at Lake Julian with the Reverend John Qualmann officiating.

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  1. This man was a good man; he was a patriotic man. This man was hard-working and trustworthy. He was a very smart man; have a question – he would know the answer! This man was my favorite comedian, and a grand story-teller. This man loved to help others, whether it be family, friends or strangers. He taught me so many things. This man was a strong man…right through to the very end. I am proud that this man is my dad.

    Love you, dad!

    Oh! I promise to ‘Be careful!’ and I will try to remember to wear my seatbelt!

    Miss you…every day! xoxo

  2. I have so many childhood memories of the guy who was kinda my second dad growing up. I don’t know where to start. Mr. Jones, as I always called him was a great man. My heart goes out to Sharon (mom) Lisa, and one of my dearest life long friends Jeff. I always remember ‘Mr.Jones’s’ laugh, I remember him laughing so hard at Jeff and I when he was shooting crows off a fense post with what I thought was a elephant gun. Jeff and I begged to shoot the gun, so he let us, and both got knocked to our butts, and ‘dad’ laughing and laughing. God Blessed the Jones’ and will continue to forever


  3. Well the Robbins have wonderful memories and tales of Dick. He was a great work partner of Whitey’s and a special family friend. We so looked forward to his ‘hunting trips’ and had many a laugh with him. His hunting spot of a milk crate to sit on and a ridge to shoot from, brought him pure joy. The deer racks were splendid. We will so miss him, but rather then mourn the death, we will do it the Irish way. and celebrate the memories….and Dick , leave my toilet paper roll alone. God speed.

    Love All the Robbins on the ‘Hill’

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