Keith Gibson “Old Man” 65 of Apache Junction, passed away 2/22/2024.
Born to Leroy “GIB” and Mandy (Branham) Gibson in Lima, Ohio on July 4th, 1958.
Throughout his life, he was an accomplished hunter, motorcycle rider, the finest auto body man there ever was and birth control device tester (with some failures, notably two sons Kase (Meghan) Gibson of Wapakoneta, OH and Heath Gibson of Spencerville, OH and a couple “illegitimate kids” Jason Hutson, Joe & Crystal White.
The man. The myth. The legend. He wrote his own rules and he paved his own way. He was a stubborn a**hole. He would always say “that’s the nicest thing anybody said to me all day”. He will always be remembered wearing his denim shirt with cut off sleeves, riding his 100th anniversary Harley Davidson motorcycle he nicknamed his “mistress”, with a stogie in his mouth, his gun on his side and his fearless way he approached life.
Don’t dwell on the things left unsaid, cherish the memories instead. Do what makes you happy and live life to the fullest in memory of him.
Additionally, he is survived by his “Sunshine” Sharon Gloer of Mesa, AZ, his two adored grandchildren: Valorie and Gunnar Gibson, Sister Brenda (Patrick) Weate of Marysville, OH, Niece Allie Weate of Marysville, OH, Brother Terry (Betty) Gibson of Mesa, AZ, Sister-in-law Diane Gibson of Apache Junction, AZ, Cousin Rick Pitts of Tempe, AZ. He was preceded in death by both of his parents, his brother Teddy Lee Gibson and Cousin Ned Linder.
Memorial service and spreading of ashes will be held at his church in the desert, Sunday March 3, 2024 @ 1pm. Music and Mayhem to follow.
I was first introduced to Keith in 2007. I was warned he was an a**hole and while that’s true, I have to give a different take as I realized after meeting him the only impression ever given of him was from a man. Keith was the first one to put anyone back in their place. He enjoyed Backwoods cigars, wearing his cowboy hat and riding his Harley. Often found in cut off jeans, Keith was an absolute old school, cowboy style delight of a human. He was genuinely authentic, never allowed for an awkward moment, read the room but spoke his mind, the stories he told were done so that they came with fully colored illustrations, he never backed down from a challenge – even if that challenge was teaching you, always found an adventure, and he loved fiercely and loyally – if you were in his circle it was permanent. That’s the perfect word to describe him, permanent. He’ll permanently be in my heart and egging me on to be the truest form of myself always just like he was and that’s why he was an a**hole. Thank you Keith, it hurts like hell to say goodbye, but it’s not forever.