On April 13th, 2018 the world lost a true legend, Douglas D. Ingersoll (age 64). He is survived by his wife, Sharon L Ingersoll of 20 years and companion for 34 years; father of Travis (Melinda) Ingersoll and Jeremiah (Nancy) Ingersoll; step-father to Randell Lee (Stephanie) Manders and Georgia Ann (John) Griffen; grandfather to Evan, Ethan and Freya Ingersoll; step-grandfather to eight grandchildren; dear son of the late Phyllis Pauline and Miles D. Ingersoll; brother to Miles C. Ingersoll, Renne' M (Paul) Skinner, Jackie (Jimmy) Hall, Mary P. Milbrodt, Laura (Tom) Green, Sandra A. Ingersoll, Stacey A. Ingersoll (deceased) and Jennifer (Bruce) Armel; half-brother to Erica N. (Daniel) Engele; uncle to many nieces, nephews, great nieces and great nephews who loved and admired him.
Doug was born on September 3rd, 1953. He grew up in Bonita Springs FL. Coming from a large family of nine kids and one half sister, Doug was very close to his parents, brothers and sisters. He was extremely hard working and took on the responsibly of helping his parents out by working odd jobs and bringing in any money he could to contribute to the family. He was a true pioneer and resourceful man. In his late teens/early 20's he moved out of his family home and lived in a tent with his then girlfriend and mother of his two children, Debbie Ingersoll. Doug loved telling stories of that time-period where he would go out to find food in the swamps riding his one-eyed horse, Sweet Baby.
He spent most of his adult life working in the steel industry, 17 years at Steeltec before he started his own construction business, Ingersoll Construction.
Besides his love for his family, Doug loved his guns, rock-n-roll, women, riding his Harley and fishing. He in many ways embodied the true definition of a "country boy". He had a sarcastic sense of humor and a huge heart. He had a distrust for humans but would befriend any squirrel or creature that showed up at his front window. Doug had a long list of unlikely pets, from his pet skunk, Jimmy, that was hanging out in his yard to his pet squirrel, Bonehead, who he found on the road that he brought home. He also had a strong love for his two German Shepards, Bear (deceased), and his best friend up until Doug's passing, Smokey. To quote his son, Travis, "if you could somehow cross Lynyrd Skynyrd with Dr. Doolittle, you'd get my Dad."
Doug wishes were to not have any type of funeral but next time you are in your car blast a classic Rhythm and Blues or Southern Rock song in memory of him.
In lieu of flowers, the family has asked that you write your condolences on the tribute page and/or send cards to individual family members.