"In my Father's House there are many mansions,,,, I go to prepare a place for you."
Richard (Dick) L. Branaghan, Sr. 92, passed away at Mother Angeline McCrory Manor, Columbus, OH on 5/21/15. Dick was born in Providence, RI and was a long time resident of Lakewood, OH, Freeport, NY and, most recently, Westerville, OH. He served in the US Army Signal Corp during WW II and was a Bronze Star and Purple Heart recipient. He worked for United Airlines in Cleveland, OH, then moved to NY to become Executive Director of The National Hemophilia Foundation, and later Executive Director of The National Huntington’s Chorea Foundation. He served on the Lakewood Hospital Board and on Parish Council for both St. Clement’s Parish, Lakewood and St. Paul’s Parish, Westerville. He served as a Eucharistic Minister, CCD teacher and usher He was an active member of Kiwanis, Catholic War Veterans and Veterans of the Battle Of The Bulge. He will be especially remembered for his quick wit, humor and service to community. Dick was born on 2/10/23 to Agnes and Walter Branaghan and grew up performing in Vaudeville at theaters all along the east coast. He continued acting in community theaters throughout his life. He was a distinguished runner, supported his children in all (athletic and other) endeavors and enjoyed attending hockey and baseball games into his 90s. He is preceded in death by his parents, one brother, two sisters and a granddaughter. He leaves his BELOVED WIFE of 69 years CATHERINE (KAY) BRANAGHAN and six children; James Branaghan, Paula (David) Suveges, Patricia Wise, Virginia Janc, Rick (Deb) Branaghan and Russ (Tonya) Branaghan. He is also survived by nine grandchildren and seven great grandchildren. His presence in all of our lives will be dearly missed.
"Death is nothing at all, I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other That we are still. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we alway enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me Pray fo me. Let my name be ever the household word that it alway was. Let it be spoken without effort. Without the ghost of a shadow in it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind, because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you in an interval. Somewhere very near. Just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again" - Henry Scott-Holland