Birth date: Apr 1, 1928 Death date: Dec 17, 2017
Basil Tex Richardson, 89, passed away December 17, 2017. He was born in Jacksonville, FL, the fourth son of Winnie and Ralston Richardson. They preceded him in death, as did his five brothers and sister. Tex is survived by his lo Read Obituary
We were so sorry to hear about Tex's passing. I remember seeing him on his morning walks...always greeted me with a friendly smile. Our best memory of Tex was while we were cleaning up our yard after Katrina. We were new to the neighborhood and here came Tex and Billie on their golf cart, offering help. We send Billie and the family our heartfelt condolences. Tex was a good soul and we will miss him.
Gloria & Werner Moosberger
My heart was broken to hear about Tex’s passing. Even though we rarely got to see Billie and Tex, I was always Comforted knowing they were there. Prayers and hugs.
On behalf of our family, I wanted to thank everyone for their condolences,
memories, calls and notes. It will take time for mom to grieve and adjust,
as they were inseparable for 69 years. Dad had been in declining health
with Parkinson's, among other issues for several years. He adamantly
wished to remain in his own home until the last breath, and Hospice care
made that possible for him. In those 11 days, he seemed to be reliving
his whole life's experiences, talking to everyone he had ever known -
family, colleagues, friends and neighbors - sometimes all night long. He
said he had fantastic dreams, but could not recall them. He seemed to be
recounting family gatherings, business meetings, fishing trips, conversations
and telling jokes. None of the stories were negative - only positive. On
the Thursday before he passed, he told Hospice nurse Susan that he was
ready to go, right that minute! Impatient until the end, Dad would pass up
a lingering view of the Grand Canyon (while traveling from Fountain
Valley, Ca. to Fla. and Ga. to visit family) to hurry up and get to the fishing
holes. Also on that day, he tremulously sang this song for mom and the
nurse:
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a, Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, in other words
I love you
Dad passed away peacefully on Sunday aroung 7:30 AM. Immediately
after that, the skies let loose with a huge thunderstorm. Definitely not a
good day for fishing, but a fitting day for passing. We'll miss you!!!!
Jenny, Reed and Kyle
Mr. Tex was my first boss back in 1974 when I started with The Travelers in New Orleans, went fishing with Mr. Tex, learned how to manage from him, but more importantly learned how to treat people and how to never be quick to judge a person or a situation. I have used Mr. Tex stories to train a lot of employees over the years and a lot of wonderful stories. Mr. Tex will be missed by countless number of former friends and co-workers.
Ken Bell
Hi Billie and family, You both were so kind to us when we moved to Houston from Rochester in 1960. Tex was one funny guy. He told me one day he was going to visit
Munro E. Nicholson for a few minutes. He used the phrase often, "Going to see Munro".
He finally clued me in, it was the Men's Room. M.E.N. (Munro's initials!)
We recall the TV show, "Wheel of Fortune" when he appeared on that. He and Pat had
a lot of fun bantering back and forth.
And we fondly recall the 1966 Thanksgiving when you invited us to your home and we drove from Sacramento. Having good friends around the table was fun. You took us to the beach at Laguna.
Tex was typical of the "Travelers kind of people we found in our numerous moves.
Our lives were richer and funnier because of Tex being part of them.
With our deepest sympathies, Bob and Mo Fitch
Tex always had kind words to share right to the end. He never forgot about the swamp maples growing by the lake...sorry, but I did not have the opportunity to remove them. Also, he never lost his sense of humor. I am grateful for having known him and his family. Ed Foster
