Andrew Addison Armstrong

Andrew Armstrong Obituary

Armstrong, Andrew Addison, passed away July 18, 2003 at the age of 80 years old. He was born in Staten Island, NY on April 16, 1923 to Myrtle & Andrew Armstrong. He was one of three children and resided in Florida since 1941. He was a long time resident of Broward County and lived in Sunshine Ranches for 26 years. Andrew was an artist and sign painter since he was a teenager. Survivors include his wife of 40 years, Frances Josephine Armstrong; daughters Linda Sheridan, Kathy Kendrick, Gayle Ling, Elizabeth Ann Gaab and Deborah Carmela Dew; numerous grandchildren and great-grandchildren; uncle, Clifford Lissenden; sister, Jeanette; nieces, nephews and cousins. Many thanks to the kind and compassionate professionals who cared for him in his last days and to his wonderful doctors, Dr. Rohan Faria and Dr. I. Basil Keller, just to mention a few. A memorial service will be held at the Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, 8250 Highway 70 West, Okeechobee, FL on Saturday, August 2, 2003 at 2:00 p.m.

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Published by Sun-Sentinel on Jul. 27, 2003.

Memories and Condolences
for Andrew Armstrong

Sponsored by Linda,Kathy,Gayle,Liz,and Debbie his daughters.

8 Entries

Debbie

July 18, 2004

Where has this year gone? We lost Dad one year ago today. Every day is one day closer to seeing him again. When I close my eyes I see him in my mind and not a day goes by that I don't think about him. I love and miss you Papa.

Deborah Dew

August 24, 2003

My Father was a special and wonderful man. To know that you are loved as much as he loved my Mom and I and my sister, Liz, and my brother, Eddie, is something I will cherish forever. As a kid I would wait for him to come home from work & he would say, "Hey Squirt," and put me on his shoulders. We would go to the drive-in movies every Saturday night. Work was never more important than family; in fact, besides Jehovah, his family, Mom, Liz & I, was his passion. There are so many memories that it would be impossible to name them all. I feel truly privileged to be able to spend his final months with him, helping my Mom take care of him. He would look at me with those bright blue eyes, & I could see the love in them. Hardly a day would go by that he would tell me he loved me. I miss that! I can still see him lying there in the bed. When we would come close to him, he would pucker his little lips up and kiss us. To say that I miss him is an understatement, but to be able to have 41 years with him is something I hold dear. It saddens me to see my Mom without the love of her life. She misses him dearly. But he had a strong faith, as do we, in the resurrection, and we look forward to seeing him healthy again and spending eternity together. By: His loving daughter, Debbie

Dolores Bursler

August 22, 2003

At times like this it is hard to know what to say. I remember Andy as one that was a big help to Bill and me when things got tough with work Andy would always find some kind of work for Bill to do.Even though it really didn't need to be done.Allthough we told him what a help he was , when he and Bill come back in the promised resurection we will have a chance to let him know again that we appriciated his generosity.To his family may Jehovah the God of tender mercies comfort you . Much love to all Dolores

Maria Snider

August 22, 2003

To my Aunts, Mother and Family, some of whom I do not even know, who are grieving at the passing of Grandpa Armstrong. I wish you all the comfort and peace God provides and my sympathy. I did not know Grandpa Armstrong, but a father is the foundation of a family and his absence will surely be felt by those who love him. I extend my hand of friendship to those in my family I have yet to meet. Bless you. With love, Maria (Gayle's oldest daughter)

Mindy Hughes

August 7, 2003

Our deepest sympathy in the loss of your loved one - The Hughes Family

Vicky

August 6, 2003

I have many memories of Grandpa Armstrong. I always thought how fitting his name was to him. He was a strong man with strong arms. I remember him as having many great talents in art, being able to make perfect letters on his signs, not tracing with stencils, but using his keen eye and talented hands. I can remember spending some time with Grandpa and Grandma one summer, and working in the ministry in the Indian Reservations. I still have the corn husk doll that Grandma gave me. It was made by one of the Indian ladies we had preached to. I can remember Grandma making me new dresses. And I remember Grandpa's mean old bull, named Sam. I remember the "paper trees" in the driveway and helping Grandpa paint a sign for the Kingdom Hall.

I look forward to seeing him again in the resurrection and living in the new system where death will be no more. I pray for comfort and peace for our family.

I love you Grandma. Please take care and know my thoughts are with you.

katherine kendrick

August 2, 2003

My Father was larger than life to me. I loved him more than anyone could ever know. I miss him greatly.

Linda Sheridan

July 28, 2003

2 Corinthians 1:3,4.... "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of tender mercies and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those in any sort of tribulation through the comfort with which we ourselves are being comforted by God."

My father was a very special man. When I was little, some of my most cherished memories were of the times when he would come home from work and play with my sisters and me in the grass on the front lawn, till we would get all itchy and have to come in for a bath. It was special when he shared his art work with me, especially his pen and ink drawings. I am grateful for the summers that we kids spent at his sign shop, Ad-Art Signs, where I got to watch him work. He was a very talented artist and painter. I enjoyed small details, like when he took me to a store to shop, and taught me the value of buying jelly in a reusable glass, rather than in a throw away jar. I was swelled with pride when he slipped me a $5.oo bill for washing his Volkswagen. Dad had an antique rosewood musicbox which played large metal records. He used to wind it up and play it for me. I could listen for hours. I dreamed of playing the piano, and dad helped me to buy an old Chickering upright, which I kept for many years. My dad fascinated me when he played the chromatic harmonica, I think of him whenever I hear the song, "Peg of My Heart". When I was a young teenager, I thought that my dad was the most handsome man on earth. I can still see him in my mind, in a white tee shirt, arms folded across his chest, laughing so hard at something that he was red in the face. But the thing for which I am most grateful, is the fact that my mom and dad introduced me to the Great God, Jehovah. That is something worth more than anything he could ever have given me. I am glad too, that many years later he was also involved in bringing my stepmother and two stepsisters into the Truth.

I regret that life in this system is so short and troubled that families do not get to stay as close as they would like. I love my dad, and I miss him. I cannot wait until the new system where we will have eternity to spend serving Jehovah as families in good health and happiness.

Until then, my hope is that Francis, my step mother, who is enduring the greatest loss, will find comfort and peace with Jehovah and his people. I will continue to keep her and my stepsisters, Debbie and Liz in my prayers.

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