Eddie Mac Geary

IN  LOVING  MEMORY  OF

Eddie Mac Geary

July 31, 1961 — November 29, 2016

FUNERAL  SERVICE

Tuesday, December 6, 2016 at 10:00 a.m.

Wildrose Chapel & Funeral Home

916 E. Divisadero, Fresno, California

INTERMENT

Oak Grove Cemtery

19811 Cedar St., Laton, California

SURVIVING  RELATIVES

Father:  Jolly L. Geary

Mother:  Sara Geary

Sister:  Christine Geary

Brother:  Alex Geary

Sister:  Martha Geary

Sister:  Joy Alston

Brother:  Jay Paul Geary

Niece:  Katie Jackson

Nephew:  Max Medina

Nephew:  Patrick Geary

Nephew:  Danny Medina

Nephew:  Kenneth Geary

Niece:  Natalee Geary

Niece:  Britni Geary

Nephew:  Kyle Alston

Niece:  Haley Dunn

Great Nephew:  Hunter Jackson

Great Nephew:  Alexander Jackson

Great Nephew:  Ty Jackson

EDDIE

Heaven is much nearer now

That Eddie is over there.

It seems I hear the angels

As they sing his welcome air.

I hear the dear familiar voice,

I see the tender smile.

At last his gentle loving hands

Will rest a little while.

If he could speak to me

I know he’d tell me not to grieve

As I linger over odds and ends

I cannot bear to leave.

How precious are the memories

That flood my aching heart

How many are the little things

That set Eddie apart.

How very much we loved him,

How much we love him still.

And lonely is the empty place

That no one else can fill.

NUMBER  FOUR

by Joy Alston

Number One was a blessed girl, well mannered and liked.  Number Two came a little early, he was bold and full of life.  Next number up was number Three, and she loved her station in life.

Then … along came number Four.  Number Four was vibrant and took life by the tail.  The trees and roof tops that boy would scale.  Soon after Four, Five came along, not much trouble she just went along.  After Five then there was Six, he would say he is the youngest, but never the baby that was always nixed.

One, Two and Three were thankful for Five and Six.  It was now their turn to keep up with Four.  Five and Six were happy to do it.  They didn’t know any better.  The three of them always had fun together.

Four was a leader and led a Revolution.  The target:  Number Two.  Four yelled “Charge!”  He charged with Five and Six by his side, they pulled and tugged and fought until that Revolution was won!  The three took on that big number Two.  After that Revolution it was apparently clear; with Four as the leader and Five and Six by his side, there was nothing the three didn’t fear.

Well, when you’re in a Revolution someone has to pay the price.  Cry baby Two tattled to the General and she was not nice.  So, the leader and his crew were court-martialed, separated and sent to bed.  And life went on with One through Six.

Then one day a phone call to the house was made.  It was Four, he was hurt at school today.  It was more than a fracture number Four had.  The numbers came together and surrounded his bed; they all made sure Four was cared for and loved.

Four had several procedures over the next few years.  Lots of doctor appointments, consults and time to time there would be a cast on his arm.  The doctors told him “This is graft number 2; if this doesn’t work, we don’t know what to do?  But number Four did.  “Don’t worry”, he said.  “I have brothers and sisters, use their bones instead.”

Over time, Four healed and he was back out to play.  Five and Six made sure he was always okay.  As years went by, Four flourished and he flew.  There was nothing that number Four wouldn’t do.  He ran, he swam, and he biked; he did everything physically he could find to do in life.  Our number Four was now on his way.  No one was going to keep him at bay.

Then a dreadful phone call came on New Year’s Eve night, it was about our number Four; an accident has happened tonight.  All the numbers sat and waited outside his hospital room and waited to see what number Four would do.  The numbers were anxious just as before, they just didn’t know how to protect their number Four.

And the numbers waited and waited as the days went by.  “When will our number Four be with us?”  They all cried.  It was the doctors and nurses now surrounding his bed.  The only thing the numbers could do was just stand back, watch and listen to what they said.  It didn’t look good for our number Four. Everything was against him.  At least, that’s what all the doctors said.

But … little by little and day by day our number Four was starting to mend for the better, and now really needed the other numbers more than ever.  The numbers kept up his spirits and learned his care; he needed them all and the General made sure the numbers were all there.

Now … no longer could our baby Four walk or run.  He was in a wheelchair now, there would be no fun. So we all thought … Well, if you thought all of that would have slowed Four down, you would be wrong. Number Four was back on the town!  He had new wheels, and things to do.  The other numbers were surprised at what he could do.  He could no longer swim, but he could float.  No longer running, “but I have wheels” Four would boast, “forget all that of using my feet.  I’m okay now, I can roll myself down the street.”  And off he went with his new way of life with the other numbers still worrying about his plight.

A few more years went by and now there new numbers in Four’s life.  There were new models like 1.1 and 6.2.  And the things those new numbers would make Four do.  He loved all his numbers and was interested in all they did.  He always told them, “Stop whining and Dream Big.”  All the new numbers were groomed for the task.  “Take care of Four.  He’s fragile, but he doesn’t know that.”  The new numbers didn’t fail; they were up for the task.  The new numbers would come by and surround his bed to keep him company and listened to what he said.  A few more years have past, and there were more new numbers like 1.11, 1.12 and even a 1.13.  Man those numbers were adding up.  This group of new numbers, were very special to Four; they were young and fun and loved being indoors.  The new group played and jumped around.  They made him laugh and also made him proud.  More boys, is just what Four needed. They talked about movies, sports and music.  Number Four was happy with his status in life.  He was loved and cared for …

DARN!  There’s that phone ringing again.  It’s Four, he’s not well.  Once again the numbers all gathered; a circle was made to protect their baby brother.  Again, there were doctors and nurses that surrounded his bed.  The only thing the numbers could do was stand back, watch and listen to what they said.  The news was not good the doctors kept repeating, but the numbers knew Four had a way to keep you believing. The numbers waited and waited for some kind of a sign.  He has always proven people wrong and the numbers were waiting for that this time.  Not this time, there would be no surprise to the doctors and staff, our baby Four is just not going to make it back.   The numbers couldn’t believe what the doctors said.  This is Four, we know he’s got this … and, and much much more.

Four did surprise the numbers again.  It wasn’t the surprise as it had always been.  This time his body had finally gave in.  The numbers looked around at each other not knowing what to say, they were in shock of just what happened to him.  Each number had their turn at stepping up to the plate.  To be there when needed – a magnificent trait.  Our number Four had a few ups and a lot of downs, but he never grumbled about it or even frowned.  So, whenever you have troubles or misfortunes in life, just sit back and think about Eddie’s Life.

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