Family
Ed Townsend was married once and had two sons and one daughter, Kathryn Griffin-Townsend (one son was David Townsend, former guitarist for Surface). He died on August 13, 2003 in San Bernardino, California at the age of 74 and enjoyed the company and professionalism of Janice Carbonnaire his last passion. He loved children and honored the families of EBT New LIFE as often as he could celebrating their milestones fully entertaining the large brood of 'adoptees' to his condo/home in Reseda. Around 2002, he began using a wheel chair after he fell a couple times getting to the mic. Although he was able to fully rehabilitate from drugs and alcohol and spent his sober life helping others up from a life of abuse, he never was able to kick his smoking habit and preferred clove tobacco which likely weakened his heart. However, nothing could have weakened his heart more than to see a world ignore his call for a world sobriety check. More love for humanity you could not find, it was shameful that he remained an addict so long. His articulate speech and immaculate writing skills created an unbelievable individual that fostered the careers of so many. With unmarried son David's sudden passing two years later at the youthful age of 50, the sole heir to Ed's works is his sister, Helen. Although Ed Townsend moved away from his roots, he never left them behind.
Honored with a Purple Heart in the Korean War, he was given a full military gun salute at his memorial at Riverside National Cemetery.
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