William Roderick Johnson
August 2, 1932 ~ March 25, 2010
Resided in:
Asheville, NC
William Roderick Johnson, 77, of the Deerfield Retirement Community, died Thursday, March 25, 2010.
Bill was born in Asheville, the son of the late Harry Ritenour Johnson and Lucille McLean Johnson. He was an Army veteran of the Korean War and retired Personnel Department Chief with Western Electric.
He is survived by beloved cousins and many friends at Deerfield.
A graveside service will be held at 4:00 pm Saturday at Bethesda United Methodist Church Cemetery in Haw Creek conducted by the Reverend Morgan Gardner. A memorial service will be held at a future date at St. Giles Chapel at Deerfield.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be made to the Residency Fund c/o Deerfield, 1617 Hendersonville Road, Asheville, NC 28803.
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To Dabney and others of Bill’s family, I extend my most sincere condolences at his death.
My own heart feels heavy and sad, knowing I won’t see Bill again in my life. He brightened up many a day for me at Deerfield, both before and after my husband’s death.
Bill was thoughtful and kind, supportive, and had a good sense of humor. I missed him when he moved to Skilled Nursing. Once I moved there too, it was cheering just to see him those occasional times he could dress and socialize with other residents.
He was very dear to me, and he won’t be forgotten.
To Dabney and Bill’s other relatives, I offer my sympathy at losing him.
As a steady friend, Bill played a significant role in the life of my parents, Nancy and Pete Holloway, during their stay at Deerfield. Especially after my Dad died, Bill did yeoman’s work to buoy up my Mom’s spirits. When he moved out of Assisted Living, she missed him sorely. Her move to Skilled Nursing was softened somewhat by the knowledge that Bill was there too, though not often seen.
I last saw Bill less than a month ago. He was dressed and sociable, the lone male of a group in the Activity Room. I sat with him and my Mom during the Irish sing-along program. He was quite his old self, even joking, and I’m glad I remember him that way.
Bill trusted Christ as his Redeemer, so I know our separation is only a temporary grief. Thank you for loving him well through the years.