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On November 28th, we lost our beautiful father. He was our rock, our inspiration, and best friend. He is survived by his wife of 55 years, Lillian, his children, Jennifer, Edward Jr., and Stephanie, his sons in law, Philip and Hugh, and his granddaughters, Emily, Elsa, and Charlotte.
Edward was predeceased by his brothers, Terrence, Patrick, Robert, and sister, Monica. He is survived by his siblings Frances, Marion, Denise, James, and Donald.

Edward was born in the Bronx in 1942. He was one of ten children, and often spoke about his youth in the Bronx. His adventures with his siblings, and our Uncle Michael Lawlor led us to call him a “Bronx Huck Finn”.

When he was 17 years old, he met our mother. Their love story spanned nearly sixty years, and he could still recall the outfit our mother was wearing the first day he saw her. They could often be seen doing the most mundane tasks, such as grocery shopping, while holding hands. They were always together, and took care of each other when each became ill. Their marriage and overall relationship gave us an example of what it truly means to love someone.

He loved sharing stories about our family, and worked for over twenty years as our family genealogist, researching and deciphering records from Ireland and Germany. He built a treasure trove of information on how our family came to be.

While our father had successful careers, working as a phone technician and computer systems analyst for New York Telephone and Information Builders, his proudest achievement was his family. He was our biggest supporter and cheerleader, and brought out the best in each of his three children. His continued support and guidance enabled all three of his children to hold advanced degrees in their fields. While he was proud of this, he was proudest of the way we have treated and cared for others. Then, he became a Papa…

To say that he adored his granddaughters would be an understatement. Pictures of “his girls” can be found all over the house. He would email and text with Emily & Elsa while they were away at college, and had little coffee times with Charlotte. His greatest joy was during the holidays when he could be with his entire family; enjoying laughs and good times while being all together.

Our father had a heart bigger than his body. He was compassionate and forgiving, when others of a lesser temperament would not be. In early 1990, he began what would be a thirty year battle with pheochromocytoma/ paraganglioma, a rare type of genetic cancer. Our father had innumerable surgeries over the years, and many times, doctors believed that he would leave us due to how ill he truly was. Every single time, he fought for us. Every single time, he beat the odds that someone who did not know him gave. He was brave, stoic, and continued to face this illness the best way he knew how, by simply “carrying on”. He dealt with excruciating pain, which would leave many bedridden, on a daily basis, yet continued on his daily walks, and taking care of our mother when she became ill.
There are too many things we will miss about our father to list in this simple statement about his life. We love him and miss him every single day and can look to his life for inspiration and strength.

We love you, Papa.

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