Russell Dickinson

Obituary of Russell Dickinson

Dear Russ, You have spent most of your life on the road. How we have missed you. But we learned very early that simple walls and the city limits of our little town were not enough to hold you. If we couldn't find you, you were off exploring the woods, climbing the tallest tree, and later, thumbing your way to another town, a better place. You were an imp, a rascal with a twinkle in your eye and feet that would never stay still. In your endless search for peace, I hope you found some. I hope the sun touched your shoulders, the ocean air brushed your face, and the night birds sung you to sleep. No matter where you were, you never forgot a Christmas, seeking out the perfect gifts for each member of your family, wrapping each parcel yourself. These clumsily wrapped gifts were really some of the most precious gifts a person could ever get. Now you will never be cold again. Your restless feet can be still. We love you with all of our hearts, Your family. Russell Kevin Dickinson Age 48. Born October 1st, 1959, passed on 10-15-07. Survived by parents Janet Sanders, Robert Dickinson; sisters: Jeannie Lamphiear, husband Glen, Linda Dickinson; brother: Steve Dickinson; nephews: Mel Lamphiear, Les Lamphiear; great nieces: Emlyn, Leah, Olivia Lamphiear; great nephew: Eli Lamphiear; cousins: Scott Garland, Michelle Thompson; aunts: Aldis Haan, Elva Brengle; uncles: Herb Dickinson. Preceded in death by grandparents Robert and Beatrice Marmon, Allren and Bessie Dickinson, uncle Donnell Dickinson. Private family services will be held at Jerns Funeral Chapel. Cowboy (For Russ) From across three states I see you at dawn In the honeyed slant Of first light in our valley. I see you in white feathers Of mists that cling to the blue skirts of hills Until the sun begs Them to fly. At midday I see you In fields of daffodils that blink wide-eyed At the sky Or in golden ribbons Of wild horses that stream free beyond white fences. At sunset You dare me to follow That shining path of fire That quivers on the bay Like a gold-shot vein That leads to the heart Of California. And deep in dreams I follow your silver foot falls The way we chased moon beams When we were young And sure As the country.
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Interment Information

Woodlawn Cemetery
5977 Northwest Drive
Ferndale, Washington, United States
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