James Rudolph Richardson, Jr.

James Rudolph Richardson, Jr. 81, of Wirtz, Virginia passed away on Saturday, June 1, 2024. He was the husband to the love-of-his-life, Margo Marie Doss Richardson, for sixty-two years. James was born on February 6, 1943, in Roanoke, Virginia to the late James Rudolph Richardson, Sr. and Hettie Frances Rothwell.

 He attended school at Jefferson & VEOS High School and was a member of its marching band, playing the trumpet.  Having received his associates degree from Virginia Western Community College, he also attended several colleges to achieve a bachelor’s degree.  He pursed his career of 41 years with Norfolk and Southern Railroad across various roles, retiring as the Payroll Supervisor tasked with the East Coast and Mid-West.  Further, he worked with Real Estate as an Appraiser for 15 years, a five-year Home Inspector, and established his own company “NeWay” serving to close mortgage loans for multiple banks.  

 James was a member of Belmont Baptist and enjoyed his family, fishing, genealogy, his railroad friends, real estate and reading the newspaper.

 In addition to his wife, he is survived by his children: Teresa Taylor, Katherine Richardson, James Richardson, Kevin Richardson who served as his primary caregiver from beginning to end, Margo Richardson and his grandchildren: Eric Taylor, Michael Richardson, James Richardson, David Richardson and Seth Richardson, sister-in law, Mary Lou Richardson, and nephews, Dr. Robert Richardson, and John W. Richardson.

 In addition to his parents, James is predeceased by his brother, Robert J. Richardson, and his aunt Gertrude P. Richardson.  

 A Memorial Service will be held on June 15, 2024, at 2:00 pm at Evergreen Cemetery with Pastor Alan Clark officiating.   In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to your choice for any charitable organization for Autism.

 Tharp Funeral Home, Bedford is assisting the family.  

“When I shall see your face no more…

only these, my grief will know….

God, my heart, and the summer sun…

and the winds that murmur low.

For I will dream a thousand dreams…

and in each one I’ll whisper, Where…

are you whose lips have kissed my heart…

and left your memories’ there.”

      M. Buxbaum