Paul L. McEady Obituary
McEADY, Paul Lawrence, Age 59, of Sicklerville, passed away October 25, 2010, at the VA Hospital in Philadelphia, PA after a long illness. Paul is survived by his loving mother Muriel C. Preston McEady Ellison, step-father Jacob Ellison, father Melvin McEady, 7 sisters and brothers Marva McEady Mikell, Phyllis McEady, Patricia McEady Beverly, Vona McEady Poole, Jaribu Igwe Mutope (Jerome McEady), Anthony McEady, and David McEady and a host of nieces, nephews, cousins and friends. Funeral services will be Saturday 11 am at May Funeral Home, 4th & Walnut Sts. Camden. Viewing 9-11 am. The interment will be in Harleigh Cemetery. Ministry of Comfort is entrusted to the MAY FUNERAL HOMES, Camden, Pennsauken, Vineland and Willing-boro. www.mayfuneralhomes.com.
Published in Courier-Post on Oct. 28, 2010
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Obituary: Paul Lawrence McEady was born August 26, 1951 to Melvin and Muriel. He was the first of eight siblings. He was educated in the Camden School system. Upon graduating high school, he earned a Bachelor's degree from Rutgers University in New Brunswick, New Jersey. He joined the army in 1975, and did two tours of duty. After a lengthy illness, he was called home to be with the Lord. He leaves to cherish his devoted mother Muriel Ellison; father Melvin McEady; step-father Jacob Ellison; four sisters: Marva, Phyllis, Patricia, Vona; three brothers: Jerome (Jaribu Igwe' Mutope'), Anthony, David; three step-sisters: Darlene, Bernestine, Karen; three step brother: Benjamin, Jacob C. Mailon; five nieces; three nephews; as well as other relatives and friends.http://person.ancestry.com/tree/2406064/person/-1843776411/facts
Funeral Remarks Spoken For Paul On Saturday, 30 October 2010: When you grow up in a large family, the personalities are varied. My brother, Paul, was a smart and studious boy--the one teachers always held you up against as an example of an excellent student. A college graduate, little did he know or have reason to suspect, that his brain would betray him--striking him in his twenties, robbing him of his thirties, making his forties feel like he was seventy, and incapacitating him into his fifties--bringing us here today. How do you say good-bye to your brother who you grew up with, bossed you, helped you with your homework, danced a funny dance that I can still see in my mind's eye today.... It was all too short, and he suffered quietly far too long. I am sure he saw some things in the military, loved the beach at Key West, and loved Jazz. For her first born, my mother has that special bond. Where would a person be without his mother; giver of life? Just being there made his passing tranquil. Thank you to those who had a chance to visit with him and talk to him. We shall live on. Marva L. McEady Mikell, loving sister