Quesenberry, Reginald Coy
Reginald Coy Quesenberry, “Reggie” to those who knew and loved him, of the Back Creek community in Pulaski went peacefully to meet his Lord on Sunday, January 6, 2019.
His Daddy, Coy Knarr Quesenberry, would have been there to greet him and certainly this must have been a rocking reunion! Reggie leaves his dear, redheaded wife, Sherri Rorrer Quesenberry and their precious fur baby, Roscoe. He also leaves his kind, compassionate mother, Etheline Quesenberry, 94; Glenna Q. Cox, his devoted and generous sister, and his big-hearted brother-in-law, Gary Cox.
Always known as “Reggie” to his friends and those whom he held dear, he was a gentle loving man to one and all…especially those that he held close. He treasured music, toe tapping, guitar picking, especially Jerry Garcia. Many moments were filled with tunes, memories, and laughter!
He loved the garden, whether tiny or tumultuous, discovering new plants and designs. Ideas kept his mind humming. Hummingbirds were one of the tiny creatures that fascinated him most. Birdwatching was much the hobby…or with Roscoe, bird “herding!”, which was a time filled with laughter, giggles, and puppy kisses! A favorite game, too, was capturing the latest stick or Branch!
Funeral services will be held Friday, January 11th at 5:30 PM from the Stevens Funeral Home Chapel. Visitation will be Friday evening at the funeral home where the family will receive friends from 4:00 PM until the service hour. A private family interment will follow in Thornspring Cemetery.
Flowers are appreciated; however, the family suggests memorials may be made to the Pulaski County Humane Society, P.O. Box 1046, Dublin, VA 24084.
HEAVEN, THE PLACE WHERE ALL THE DOGS YOU EVER LOVED WILL COME RUNNING TO GREET YOU!!!
Arrangements by Stevens Funeral Home, Pulaski, VA.
Joe Downes
January 11, 2019 @ 2:25 pm
I think that Reggie would be the kind of man I would have loved to hangout with. I have Jerry Garcia on Google alerts and this caught my eye.
Joe (chidead77@gmail.com)
Just another guy like Reggie who loved Jerry.
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
Would you hear my voice come through the music?
Would you hold it near, as it were your own?
It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
Perhaps they’re better left unsung
I don’t know, don’t really care
Let there be songs to fill the air (note 1)
Ripple in still water
When there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of man
There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone
Ripple in still water
Ripple
Lyrics By:
Robert Hunter
Music By:
Jerry Garcia