Ronald Douglas Brown

Born on May 21, 1953

Departed on December 30, 2013 and resided in Old Hickory, TN

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Ronald Douglas Brown, Jr., "Double R.", age 60, passed away Monday, December 30, 2013. He was a truck driver with LoJac. Mr. Brown was preceded in death by his wife, Ava Brown; He is survived by his daughter, Brandy Brown; 3 grandchildren and 2 great grandchildren; father, Ronald D. Brown, Sr.; mother, Lettie Mae Ward; brother, John E. Brown; sister, Cheryl Hudson; 2 nephews and 1 niece. The family will receive friends from 2-8pm Friday at the Cole & Garrett funeral home, Goodlettsville, TN. Graveside services will be conducted at 1pm Saturday in the Aberdeen Baptist Church Cemetery, Morgantown, KY. Family and friends will serve as pallbearers.

4 Comments to Ronald Douglas Brown

  1. Rita Jackson Bradley
    March 14, 2001 12:00 am

    I have many fond memories of Doug when we were growing up. Deepest sympathy and love to all of his family.

  2. Willie & Melissa Paris
    February 14, 2001 12:00 am

    Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow. Robert Louis Stevenson. We had some good times and will never forget RR and Ava.

  3. Stephanie Shumate
    February 14, 2001 12:00 am

    A life too short,
    A love so great,
    Feelings too deep for words,
    Holding you close in thoughts and heart,
    Wishing for a way to comfort you,
    With deepest heartfelt sympathy for you and your family
    at this time of great sorrow.

    Shirley and Stephanie Shumate

  4. Michael & Christina Morgan
    January 14, 2001 12:00 am

    THE DEAD by Billy Collins

    The dead are always looking down on us, they say.
    while we are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich,
    they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven
    as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

    They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,
    and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,
    drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon,
    they think we are looking back at them,
    which makes them lift their oars and fall silent
    and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.

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