Birth date: Nov 7, 1941 Death date: Aug 24, 2025
Arthur Monroe Gibson III (1941-2025) Passed away at the age of 83 on August 24th, 2025, surrounded by love and family. Born on November 7th, 1941, in Detroit, Michigan, to Arthur Gibson II and Hedwig Okoniewski. He was married to Read Obituary
Art was a kind soul!! He was a stranger when we met but then soon felt like family. He taught my son the Dulcimer, upon many of his other instruments. He was going to help with his driving as it is overwhelming to him. Art had a heart of GOLD and will be missed and the pics from all his adventures!!!
My big brother! Always amazed at his accomplishments and energy to be involved in so many family and personal activities. No 'moss' ever grew under his feet! I remember one of his first home leaves from the Marine Corp. His Christmas leave had been canceled, so we kept the decorated tree up with his presents underneath. It was a Charlie Brown tree in May. It was also my FIrst Holy Communion and having Skip there was so special!
During his hunting years, he brought home a pheasant and a deer, which made quite an impression on his little sister. In later years, he showed off his paratrooping skills by jumping from our second story roof to the ground below. He did it very skillfully-landing with a drop and roll.
His love of music introduced me to The Kingston Trio who I know I would never have heard of. I particularily loved his Irish ballots-they told a story.
Later in years, my husband, Walt (of 51 years), and I spent many times watching the kids and getting together for many family occasions that he and Cindy celebrated. So many lasting memories!
One of the last times I saw my brother was at our 50th wedding anniversary in 2024. He flew in for the day to Florida, but had to return home for his many commitments. None the less, over the years, he made it a commitment to join in our celebrations whenever he could--so special! Family was the center of his universe!
My brother was so diversed in many arenas of life, but his center was his family. I know there is huge void and life will not be the same without him.
I have always looked up to my brother and can't say enough about his attributes. I will miss you forever, Skip. I wish we had a chance to continue our life's journey. I love you and my heart is broken.
Love, your youngest sister, Jarlath
Arthur was a brother I adored so much. We were very close, even if we didn’t get to see each other often. But the time we did spend together was always meaningful — it was quality time, full of love and laughter.
I have so many fond memories of our younger years.
While I was learning to water ski, Arthur was already out delivering newspapers around Walnut Lake in Birmingham and singing with the Holy Singers of the Wooden Cross.
At that time, I was attending St. James in Ferndale, and Arthur was at University of Detroit High School. I can still see him in my mind — driving his 1958 Lincoln convertible with the top down, wearing that red tam from the French Club, slightly tilted to the side. He’d swing by to pick me up, and we’d go swimming together.
Later, we moved to St. Clair Shores. I went on to St. Gertrude High School, and Arthur joined the Marines.
He also liked playing cupid — fixing me up with some of his friends! And while I stayed busy cheerleading and working at Woolworth’s, I was really just trying to figure out how to do life without him around all the time.
As an adult, Arthur’s heart was with his family — Cindy, Alexandria, Valeria, and Arthur IV. He was so proud of each of them.
My thoughts and prayers will always be with my one and only brother, Arthur Monroe Gibson III.
Even though life took us in different directions, I will always remember the time we had — both together and apart.
With all my love,
Gloria
Thank you all for the memories and beautiful celebration of life. I prayed, cried, laughed, my heart felt, sorrow, joy, pride, unity but most of all it swelled with love. I learned things of my Uncle and of life even through his passing... maybe I once knew but had forgotten. May I never forget the way he said my name or the twinkle in his eye when he smiled at me :) I love you Uncle Art and our beautiful family; unconditionally. Thank you for being a guiding light in this journey of life. Alex, when you were speaking of your father in heaven and said "look up", I did, and this was the photo on the TV screen, I chuckled, a perfect image, a message from heaven, Florida Sunset and trees, I can picture your mom and dad standing arm and arm with you guys as little kids playing in the sand as you did every winter growing up. Thank you for sharing these wonderful memories. God Bless
We were so happy to spend time with Uncle Art this past February. From touring the Bob Dylan museum to the Tulsa river front to the high school
basketball game, we will cherish that weekend visit! Hugs to the whole family.
Diane and Rich
As his daughter I am grateful for his unwavering love for me. The things I love most in life are the things he shared with me from a young age. I love God, I love my family, I love a great book, I love being anywhere near water, I love all the puzzles him and I did together, I love our scrabble games, the many road trip we took as a family, the list goes on and on. But most of all I love that I am his Daughter. Thank you Dad for everything you taught me and for always being my biggest cheerleader in life. Rest easy Dad I love you forever always and I will see you again in heaven ❤️
Love,
Valeria
I always enjoyed Art sharing his scuba diving adventures and pictures. We loved having Art as part of our dulcimer group. I will miss sharing music with him and take comfort in knowing “Goodbye is not Forever”
