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Garland Randolph Bramblett
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Garland Randolph Bramblett
Garland Randolph Bramblett
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Garland Randolph Bramblett, 88, passed away on March 27, 2013. He was born on September 12, 1924, in Comanche, Texas, to Bill and Elsie Bramblett. He proudly served his country in the Army Air Corps during WWII.

He is preceded in death by his wife, Evelyn Parker Bramblett; grandson, Brandon Bramblett and granddaughter, Tracy Fowler.

He is survived by his two sons, Randy Bramblett (Pam) of Mineral, Texas, Ricky Bramblett (Marion) of Flour Bluff, Texas; two daughters, Kay Brewster (Robert) of Aransas Pass, Texas, Del Robinson (Scott) of Ingleside, Texas; sister, Del Khoury of Corpus Christi, Texas; 11 grandchildren; 23 great-grandchildren. In lieu of flowers, expressions of sympathy may be made by donations to American Liver Foundation, 4545 East Shea Boulevard Suite 164, Phoenix, AZ 85028. The family wishes to thank the nurses and staff at Odyssey Hospice, The Palms Nursing and Rehabilitation in Corpus Christi and Hacienda Oaks in Beeville for their kindness, care and compassion.

A memorial service was held at 10 a.m. on Tuesday, April 2, 2013, at Charlie Marshall Funeral Home in Aransas Pass. Burial followed at 2 p.m. at the Corpus Christi State Veterans Cemetery.

Arrangements wee entrusted to Charlie Marshall Funeral Homes & Crematory, Aransas Pass.
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March 31, 2013


Mr. Bramblett's family and friends, please accept my heartfelt sympathy in your loss.

Cotton was a very special man. I remember when my mother came to Hacienda Oaks, she was feeling somewhat frightened and lost, and Cotton welcomed her so kindly. While Mother was able, we shared his table in the dining room, and I'm afraid he was somewhat baffled by her feistiness, but he was amused, too. He got such a kick out of her. I got a kick out of both of them.

I remember coming into Hacienda Oaks in the early morning, and Cotton would be sitting out front, there, drinking his morning coffee and watching the world waking up. He always had a smile and a friendly word for everybody. He'd see me walking in with my usual two or three tote bags, and he'd shake his head and say, "Girl, could you possibly carry another bag?" and I'd say, "Sure!" Then we'd both laugh.

I'll always remember him like that.

Thank you, Cotton. May you rest in peace.