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Rickie Dean Newell

August 9, 1950 ~ May 3, 2018 (age 67)

Rickie Dean Newell is a prideful man and a stubborn cuss to boot. He doesn’t like being told what to do, not by his boss, his doctors or his beloved wife, and not always in that order. He grew tired of being “bossed” so he retired from Heritage Printers after thirty-six years. He thought he would play professional golf but in the end he didn’t make the pro tour. Not because he wasn’t good enough; after all, he was the world’s greatest golfer and if you had any doubt about that, all you have to do is ask him. Truth be told, it’s more than likely because he’s just as happy making things out of wood. He can make anything and he makes it look so easy. He got that trait from his Daddy, the late Ralph Jackson Newell. He loves fast cars and had many of them over the years. He’s bought, sold, built, and crashed them, and not necessarily in that order either. He loves to fish and will tell you stories of sneaking down to O’Dillon’s pond with his adoring little sister Karen, and his late mother Dorothy Kennedy Newell, to catch stringers of bass and bream. He is the typical big-brother. He loves to torment his little sister at every opportunity. Complain as she might, she really doesn’t mind all that much; he’s the father she no longer has, and can do no wrong in her eyes, even to this day.

            Rickie loves his pets. They’re just as much as family as any natural relative. His dogs Daniel and Charlie and Sharon’s cats Restina and Ming-Ming, come to mind as some of his favorites. Today there’s his Flash and Sharon’s Boggie. They miss him just as much as we do!

            Rickie’s a big sports fan. He likes pretty much any type of sport and had a box seat at the old coliseum where the original Charlotte Checkers played. He’s an avid Duke fan and once told his niece Ginny that if she went to Duke, he would pay for it. He was totally serious but I think somewhat relieved when she went to another school.

            He loves to travel with his beautiful Sharon; they have so much fun in Cancun. Rickie can be a loner at times, withdrawing from everyone to be with himself and you won’t know why; he doesn’t even know. He’s many things; loving, aloof, serious, sarcastic, quiet, loud, complex, simple, perfect, and flawed, but he loves his friends and family deeply. He’s a member of Derita Presbyterian Church.

Rickie was about eighteen or so, burning up the roads in his 55 Chevy, thinking he was all that and then some when without warning he met his match. She’s small in stature but big in heart and before he knew what had hit him, he was in love. He met the love of his life and there wasn’t anything he could do about it, no matter how hard he tried. For a far too short forty-six years, his life had been hers, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.

            As only Rickie would have it, quietly in his home in the early morning hours of May 3rd, sixty-seven year old Rickie Dean Newell left us to reunite with his parents, and to await the reunion of his beloved soulmate Sharon, brother’s-in law, Jeff Alton Kinley, beloved niece Kayla Nicole Kinley, and Roger Allen Kinley, his big sister Sandra Newell, nieces, Michelle Weese, great nephew Taylor Weese, Melanie Winkler, great niece Ashley Winkler, and Melissa McKenzie, little sister Karen Newell Kaufman, her husband Ronnie, niece Virginia Marie Wooten, great nieces Abigail and Gabrielle, and nephew James Dean Kaufman.

            My dearest Rickie D. I love you more than words can describe. Forty-six years wasn’t long enough, and I Will Love You Forever and Ever, Amen!

            My darling Sharon, forever and ever just isn’t long enough time for me to tell you how much I love and cherish you. It’s not long enough for me to say how proud I am of you, and how fortunate I am to have been blessed so many times over with your love, and to thank you for your strength when I had none, for your courage when mine was gone, and for giving me hope when all I could find was despair. You selflessly gave of yourself these past difficult years, you nursed, cleaned, cared and fed me, and endured my wrath when that’s all that I could offer to repay your love and kindness. No, Forever and Ever, just isn’t enough time for me to tell you how much I’ve loved you from the day we first met. Be at peace my darling, and know that all you have to do is close your eyes and feel me because I’m with you, Forever and Ever, Amen!

Services will be held 2:00pm on Monday, May 7th at Cornerstone Family Worship Center, 1013 W. Charlotte Ave, Mount Holly NC, 28120

           

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