Bruce Edgar Hutchinson, a resident of Citronelle, Alabama, passed away Monday, May 10, 2021, at his home. Bruce was born September 06, 1959. He was a simple man who was humble, kind-hearted, and generous. Bruce was a devout Christian who loved the Lord. He served in the United States Army in the 1980s. In his spare time, Bruce enjoyed playing the guitar and singing, and he enjoyed fishing. He retired after 25 years at Master Mufflers in Florida. Bruce was loved by many and will be greatly missed by all who knew him. He was preceded in death by his parents, Junior Hutchinson and Beulah Stokley Hutchinson; sisters, Ophelia Stokley Elmore (Charles) and Neva Lois Stokley; brothers, Pete Stokley and Sam Stokley; and brother-in-law, Leon Weeks. Those left to cherish his memory include his wife, Cathy Elmore; son, Christopher Daniel Hutchinson (Haleigh); grandchildren, John Christopher Riyen Elmore and Emma-Leigh Rose Hutchinson; brothers, James “Buddy” Stokley (Margie), Roy Hutchinson (Cecilia), and John “Mickey” Hutchinson (Mari); sister, Patricia “Sally” Stokley Weeks; and other relatives and friends. A wake will be held for Bruce from 6pm until 9pm Monday, May 17, 2021, at Lockler Memorial Baptist Church. The funeral service will be held 11am Tuesday, May 18, 2021, at Lockler Memorial Baptist Church with Rev. Roger Perkins officiating. Burial will follow in Mount Vernon Community Cemetery. Online condolences may be given at www.freemancitronelle.com. Freeman Funeral Home – Citronelle, Alabama
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John Elmore Hutchinson 3ed.
Wednesday, May 12, 2021 I don’t know where to start. We had so many memories together. We loved to go fishing and hunting together and he loved riding through the woods as I do still today. I remember one winter in Texas we started a trap line and we was catching coins and such. Then all of a sudden we started catching all these big skunks 🦨. We had caught five that night and we stuck them in our bag and went home. I told him to let’s take a nap and then have breakfast then we’d go down to the Creek and skin these out. But I guess Bruce couldn’t sleep and he went out and started skinning the skunks. He’d never skinned one before and he cut into the gland sack of one and I woke up gasping for air. When I got out he has tears running down his face and couldn’t hardly breathe. The smell was horrible. It had messed up the other hides so bad that I had to take them off. He never got that sent off of him and it didn’t matter what we done he still smelled to high heavens. He learned a lesson that day and I never trapped again. I couldn’t stand the thought of what if I slip and cut into that sent sack. Lol 😂. What a time we had. I’ll never forget that along with all the times we went hunting and fishing. Fishing was his favorite of it all. I love you with all my heart and I enjoyed every minute we spent together growing up. I’ll see you one day soon brother. Just have the poles and bait ready. Rest In Peace Bruce. Say hello to all our family for me. I love you. Never forget you. I’ll go try and catch a fish for you