Richard Eugene Reynolds

“Preacher”

February 20, 1949 - August 28, 2017

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    “Rick” Reynolds passed away peacefully surrounded by family at I.U. Health Bloomington Hospital.

        

    He was born February  20, 1949 in Bloomington, Indiana to Everett James Reynolds and Nellie Opal (Minks) Reynolds.

        

    Rick was a veteran of The Vietnam War. He served our country from 1969-1971, when he was Honorably Discharged due to injury. He worked as a drywall installer for most of his career. Undoubtedly, where he earned the nickname “Preacher” or even “Preacher Man”. Which most friends still know him by today.

    Rick was a beloved brother, cousin, uncle, father, grandfather, great grandfather, and a loyal friend.

    Survivors include four sisters, Lois Hatton and husband Joe, Dee Crum and husband Steve, Martha Johnson and Sandra McCoy; The mother of his children, Teresa (Elliott) Hamm; Four daughters, Beth Taylor and husband Alan, Rebecca Beavin and husband Sam, Amanda Harding and husband Adam, Ricki Leann Estrada and husband Juan; One son, Richard Reynolds and wife Jessica; Twelve grandchildren, Carissa Taylor, Alan Taylor Jr., Jasmine Bridgewater, Tranda Taylor, Ashley Taylor, Cassidy Beavin, Jacob Bridgwater, Kaylin Bridgewater, Alex Beavin, Benjamin Bridgewater, Raina Reynolds, and very soon Stormy Reynolds; Two great grandchildren, Kelbey Taylor, and Caiden Taylor.

    He is also survived by the three children he helped co-parent,  Darlena Jackson and husband Blaine, Jamie Sylvester and husband Jeff, and Eugene Butler; Five grandchildren, Chad Sylvester, Alisha England, Lindsay Bridgewater, Joshua Vincent, and Haylie Sylvester; Several nieces and nephews; and his best friend and loyal companion, his beloved dog “Riley”.

    He was preceded in death by both parents, Everett Reynolds and Nellie McCoy; One brother, James Reynolds; His granddaughter, Toni Marie Beavin; A nephew, Tim Hamm; And several close friends.

        

    The family is hosting a Celebration of Life on September 6, 2017 from 4pm-9pm at Lower Cascades Park Sycamore Shelter, 2851 N Old State Road 37, Bloomington.

They hope for a celebration of his life filled with memories and stories of Rick’s life.

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Rick and all his family are my second family, Rick and my dad were best friends and Teresa and my mom were best friends so we all grew up together, he will be dearly missed but I'm sure my dad Benny is happy to see Rick in heaven and taking care of each other as they always did, Rick loved all his kids and always a good friend, he was the type of man to give the shirt off his back for someone in need, I have to say he and Teresa raised some awesome kids, I grew up with Beth, Becca and Amanda and I love those girls like my little sisters you are all in my prayers, I know this is a very hard time but always remember he wouldn't want you sad ever and always remember to the good times you had with him and all the great memories💖

   Maria Brummett

This is a poem that dad Rick would always have grandma recite for us. One of my fondest memories of staying the night with dad at grandmas house.

Little Orphant Annie
James Whitcomb Riley

Little Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
            Ef you
               Don't
                  Watch
                     Out!
   Beth Taylor

   I'm still trying to make myself believe that you are gone.
Through the years you have been a lot to many people. Son, brother, uncle, nephew, cousin, friend, dad, father in law, grandfather, and even great grandfather.
To me you will always be my protector, voice of wisdom, leader of laughter, my rock in hard times, my hero, or better known as my daddy. The one person who shows up when no one does or can.
I hate the thought of never hearing your voice again, or seeing you purposely embarrass someone, even me. Although it us hilarious when you would get Amanda or Lee.
I'm sure you and Bones are laughing together knowing you left mom to deal with all of us alone.
Fly high Dad. Know that you will be missed boo-coo. And we all love you and miss you.

   Beth Taylor

   Preacher, I'll always remember the cases of beer we drank and the miles of railroad tracks we hiked.  Wish we could do it all over again.  You are missed.  Rest in Peace my friend!

   Tommy Bartlett (aka Randy Chambers)

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