Randolph Brooke Gosnell
October 13, 1954 - December 16, 2009

"My Dearest Randy, You made such an incredible impact on so many lives and on all of our hearts. Your happiness, your love of life, your smile that lit up every room you entered. You were truly a "Gift" to this life and you will remain a gift for an eternity. I will never forget all the practical jokes you played on me and made me laugh like never before. At the same time, you laughed so hard because I fell for every one of them. I miss everything about you and will love you for an eternity. Thank you for the beautiful memories. Always and for an Eternity, Delena"

"Dear Dad I hope you are in peace! 6 (six) years that you passed away, on december 16th, 2009 Love your son Rick "

"Another year with out you. I miss you; I can see you in heaven smiling all the time and in peace. I miss you so much. Claudia"

"I hope one day be able to see you again You still in our hearts for ever. Love Claudia "

"It is not five but, it is four years without you. love you dad Richard"

"Five years without you. I hope you have reached the heaven! love always your son Richard "

"Claudia, I received your message. Let me know if you receive my answer. See your e mail bax. "

"Hi Richard I wrote an email to you. Let me know if you did not received it. Claudia"

"Hi, Claudia, I wish to talk to you. My e-mail is: rick.brooke@yahoo.com.br"

"Richard you should be 21 years I think; I remember when your dad called me to tell me he was going to be a dad, he was so proud. I would love to talk to you about your dad if you wish. He is in heaven watching over all of us. He was so special, he was unique beautiful soul in this earth that love so much nature, special the ocean."

"Randy I miss you so much. I wish to be able to see you, hug you again like old times."

"To my dear dad Randy When observed, from the beach, a sailboat to move away from the coast, sailing sea, driven by the morning breeze, we are faced with a rare beauty spectacle. The boat, driven by strong winds, will win the blue sea and looks increasingly smaller. Before long, we can see a small white dot on the line, only, remote and uncertain, where the sea and sky meet. Who watches the boat disappear in the horizon, certainly exclaim: "it is gone". Will be it gone? Will be it evaporated? No, we just lost it sight of. The boat remains the same size and the same capacity that it had when it was close to us. It remains as capable as before taking the destination port, incoming shipments. The sailboat did not evaporate, we can not see it anymore, only. But it remains the same. And maybe, at the exact moment when someone says "it is gone", there are other voices, further, saying: "here comes the boat." So, it is death. The sailboat leaves away, taking the precious charge of love, that was very important and we see it, disappearing, in the line that separates the visible from the invisible. The love continues to be the same, their achievements remains within the divine mystery. Nothing is lost, unless the physical body that no longer needs. And that is how, at the same moment we say, "it is gone", in addition, someone else will say, "it is coming.". The boat arrived at the destination, carrying the acquisitions made during life. In life, each one carries its load of vices and virtues, affections and dislikes, pending a decision by getting rid of what it deems necessary. Life is made of departures and arrivals, comings and goings. Thus, what seems to be a departure, for others is arrival. I, Richard Brooke Netto Gosnell, during your life, had not too much time with you but, in spite of that, I have gratitude for all things you did for me. Now, regret is not the case, because, in eternal life everything is solved and everybody have enough time for do everything. I and all, those who loved you, are missing you, now, because departures are hard, but those, who have gone to heaven, before you, are celebrating your arrival. Happy Birthday, in Heaven! Your son, Richard "

"Big Randy, I will be always love you. I will be never forgot you. Your German shepherd dog in the laundry room the door closed and I opened the door and looked dog and I hugged dog and bited my right ear at home Opa-Locka from my school FSDBl finished summer time '77 in St. Augustine. And many you my memory. my foster brother, Love you"

"To my older brother...I miss you more every day. I remember the good times with you. Riding on the back of your motorcycle...pillow fights...popping jelly fish in the keys... May you now have peace. Love always "

"Growing up in Carol City as the younger brother, tackle football in the front yard, goin to concert with him and having my first beer, seeing him once in 1986 in a MG at some club, all the motorcycles!! the night the small motorcycle caught fire at the ladies softball game at north glade park in 77, the string art and giant grasshopper on the wall in the bedroom with a blacklite!!! This is what I remember of him... He was good...."

"Only one candle for your birthday."

"My dear Randy: Next Saturday is going to be your birthday, another year that i can no hear your voice, but hope in heaven you can celebrate your birthday. I miss you so much."

"Randy, The pain of losing you will never go away. Losing you has been the most painful thing of my life. Gone is the hope that we could erase some of the boundries placed between us, gone is the chance that one day we could laugh together about memories past while making new memories. Not knowing of your illness and not being able to be there for you will forever be a weight on my heart. I pray that you have found peace of mind and soul. I keep you deep in my heart every moment of my day. Your loving sister, Darlene "

"MY Dear Randy two years ago you left wihtout saying good bye, i still miss your phone calls our chats I will miss you for ever Claudia"

"Lynn. Words cannot expres how sorry I am that I never was able to take Randy up on thre invitation to come up and visit you. Life is so short we cannot possibly understand all that we are supposed to learn but we know that we are to be kind to one another . In all thiings. Randy called me by mistake a few months back and I was burdened by the weight he seemed to be carrying. I now understand why. He is not carrying that burden now.. he is diving and fishing and loving . I would love to meet you some day. Randy's cousion in the Keys, Aunt Mac's adopted daughter. Carol"