Burgin, Howard Allen a lifetime resident of Redondo Beach passed away on Friday, February 18, 2005 in Los Angeles. Born in Torrance, CA, Howard was 53 when he died. He had been a machinist for Northrop, TRW and Hughes Offshore for over 15 years. He is survived by his wife, Rachel Burgin of Redondo Beach; daughter, Shannon Abrams of Torrance and son's Howard Burgin Jr. of Torrance and Christopher Burgin of Redondo Beach; grandson's Matt, Mitch, and Marshall of Torrance, sister's, Kandy Wilkins of Fontana, Marsha Rupp of Washington, Pat Dawkins of Riverside and Pauline Csiszer of Norwalk. Memorial Mass of Burial will be celebrated Friday, March 4th at 11:00 am at Our Lady of Guadalupe Catholic Church, 1225 5th Street in Hermosa Beach. Graveside services will be held following at Pacific Crest Cemetery, 2701 182nd Street - at Inglewood Avenue, Redondo Beach.

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  1. It sadens me deeply to read of Howards passing. While it has been way to many years since I lost touch with all of you this has brought tears to my eyes for the first time in quite a while. When I think back at my youthful days many of my best memories are of the great times I had hanging out with Howard, his beautiful wife Rachel, Flames and all the rest. The last time i saw Shannon i think she was about 4 years old. All of the great times, the partys at the old Morgan Lane house. The times at the Torrance house talking with Hank and the rest of the family, his good looking sisters! The differant bars we used go to, the Lama Room, how can you forget that place. Although it`s been a long time some things never change and i still concider Howard one of my best friends ever. The memories will never die and i`ll always have them. Rest in piece Howard.

  2. howerd was my uncle and he was deepley loved by a big family and will be rememberd for ever…………………….

  3. Howard was my father-in-law. He took me in at 15 when no one else would. Not just me, he opened his home to anyone in need. When I was 16 he threw me the keys to his Pan Head and said if I could start it I could ride it. I rode it all day. He didn\’t always set the best example but the one I\’ll hold on to and never forget is the most important one…The only thing that matters in life are family and friends. And to rest of them out there Howie put it best…”F\’em in the Neck!” Ride Hard Howie!

  4. Dear Rachel, Shannon, and everyone…We are so sorry to hear about the loss of Howard..What a wonderful person he was…You have our prayers and love…

  5. Howard your unexpected passing has broken my heart. You were my friend and I loved you. Just this past Christmas Shannon told me that she and George were laughing because I was coming for a visit and I was the only one to believe your stories. Well your stories may have been a stretch of the imagination but they were always meant to be uplifting, thats why I always enjoyed hearing them. I love and pray for your children and OUR grandbabies. You will be missed far more then you ever knew

  6. My big brother Howard. I will love you and miss you forever. I\’ll never forget your laugh, how can I? We share that booming laugh that made others laugh too. Your stories, be they true or a yarn far beyond the reality of the heavens, will be missed by anyone whose life you touched. You shared the story-telling ability with Dad. I could think of worse things to inherit. Your heart was big and you tried to always be there for those you loved. But your heart was too big to last your life and it finally gave out. Rest well with Hank and Pud brother of mine. We will all be together again. You will never be forgotten. Your baby brat. The Storyteller: And can I weave a storyspell? Oh, Yes! I can do it well. By spinning words around and around and shuttling sentences up and down. I can tell a tale that will make you gasp, cause you to wonder, prompt you to ask for more of my storyteller\’s lore. My voice will rise high like the wind, only to plummet to Earth and wend itself around that golden stuff called fantasy. Come, fly with me across the loom of pure imagination, and you will be caught up, snarled, snagged in the web of suspended disbelief. Listen! for that, “Once upon a time, long ago, both near and far, when things were different, yet the same — Eternally trancient. Come as you are to the feet of this tale-teller, Moonspinner, Yarnweaver, purveyor of magic beans and seeds of truth, And I shall begin!

  7. We loved H like a brother and we were very happy when we were with him. We will miss him terribly and will always think of him.

  8. I was sorry to hear of the passing of Howard. I First met him in the 8th grade, then lived on the same steet in Redondo. We worked on cars and did a lot of street racing together. Howard was always telling the great stories, and you never knew if it was real or not. Last time I saw him and his family was Easter of 2002 and we had a good time talking over our younger days. Take care Rach, Boob(Shannon),George and Kids Jim DA Ciz

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