My father, Albert P. Eyerly went home to be with the Lord on Monday May 4th. Although my father’s given name was Albert, his friends and family called him Paul. Paul was a devoted father. As children, he would take my brother and I on day trips to museums, come to our school events and take us fishing and crabbing. My dad took us on some amazing vacations. Because of him, I saw so many places and experienced so many new things.
He was a devoted grandfather. His three grandchildren were his life. He enjoyed attending their sporting events and their music concerts. He would take the children out individually for lunch when it was their birthday. He was also famous for slipping them a Tasty Cake every time he saw them He enjoyed taking them fishing and loved spending time with them at my parent’s beach house in Delaware. He was definitely a hands-on Pop Pop.
My father was a devoted husband. He took great care of my mother. He was a loving husband. He was always there for my mom through sickness and in health and their love was strong. I am thankful for the example they set for me and my brother.
My father was a huge history buff. He was well versed in the Civil War era. He collected many books on this topic. He was also an avid reader which definitely rubbed off on me. He would take us to the library weekly. He averaged about 4 books a week. He loved to share is knowledge with others.
He had an incredible work ethic. He worked at the Delaware County Daily Times for 45 years. Incredible! When we were younger, the newspaper went out on strike and my dad was looking for some extra work. He ended up taking a job as Santa at the local mall. I have a picture of me sitting on his lap and I had no clue it was my dad. My father was also a cancer survivor. I remember him scheduling his treatments for Fridays, so that he could return to work on Monday. He just pushed his way through. Never complained.
Finally, my father was a Christian. He loved the Lord and knew of the gospel hope. This faith helped him deal with the loss of my brother. Knowing that they would be reunited again someday gave him hope that only faith in Christ provides. My dad had clarity this past week and knew that there were better things waiting for him – eternal life. My mother and I were so blessed to have had the opportunity to be with him when he passed. We both look forward to seeing him again someday. Thankful for God’s promises!