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ALBERT "AL" DALY

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

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DALYALBERT "AL" age 74 on June 21, 2009. Beloved husband of Kay (nee Bertele). Devoted father of Kevin (Michele), Donna Gwin, Lori (Pat) Murphy, Coleen (Paul) Burghart, Stephen (Loretta) and Brian (Cheryl). Also survived by 14 grandchildren and one great granddaughter. Brother of John (Jeanette)...

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He was my poppy. He was more than my poppy. He was my best friend. If he didn't call me my name he called me buddy. He called me pal and that's what we were. Buds and pals.

I always loved when I wud go downstairs at Uncle Brian's to the basement and he'd be sitting there towards the tv betting the ponies and if someone said hey Patrick he'd always jump up and say he buddy or hey pal how ya doing ol buddy.

One thing I remember was the last thanksgiving we had...

Stretch was my best friends best friend. Al always treated me like one of his kids, something I will never forget. He always made me feel welcomed in his family and I know that was just a tiny part of the love he felt for Kay and his kids. I will miss him and feel honored to have known him. When I think of "Big Al" I think of Christmas parties, Hawaii 5-0 in Brigantine and Notre Dame at Devines. Thinking of all yuz guzs Billy

Dear Mrs. Daly:

We have never met, but I am Sean Flanagan's Mom, Judith Komala. My husband Bruce and I are very sorry for your loss. Deanna has said many nice things about her "Pop". I wish I had met him. Bruce and I could not attend the services, but we wish you peace. I hope to met you someday soon.

With our deepest sympathy,
Bruce and Judith Komala

Kevin, Brian and Family,

We are so sorry for your loss, our prayers and thoughts are with you always.

Dear Mrs. Daley, and kids We were extremely sorry to hear about Mr. Daley. I don't know if you remember , but I used to visit your house as a eucharistic minister for your Mom, but I knew Mr. Daley,
and your family many, many years before . Mr. Daley was always the nicest, happiest, and friendly man in our neighborhood, and he loved Notre Dame to boot, so we were bosom buddies. I have been sick recently, and just home from the hospital, or else, I would have liked to...

Dear Kay & Gang,
All i can say is how truly sorry I am for your loss,but then again I know you already know that.All you guys were/are as much as a family to me as my own,after all I grew-up with you,Kay & Al & was there to watch your kids grow-up as you have mine.Al's death is a loss to many people not just your family,he surely will be missed.
Please know that I am here for any of you at any given time.
Love to All
Sharyn

I am so sorry to hear about the loss of such a wonderful man. I worked with Al at Kemper, and he always kept us entertained with his many humorous stories. Most of them involved a place called Devine's. He always talked so lovingly about his family. He was so proud of each and every one of you. He never missed an opportunity to show us pictures of the grandchildren, and how big they were all getting. He also talked so fondly about all the great times he had with the family at the Jersey...

He welcomed me into his wonderful family with open arms and embraced me in. It has been my honor and privilege to have had Al as my Father in law, but I like to refer to him as Dad because he always made me feel like I was one of his own children. That's how he was. I truly will miss our talks around Devine's although Al loved to repeat the same old stories, they never got old to me. He made me laugh just watching how exited he would get watching his horse races,and you could never get Al to...

Dear Kay, Kevin, Donna, Lori, Col, Stephen and Brian,

How can I possibly express my sorrow, sympathy and sadness. Big Al was more than just my next door neighbor, he was, as I would jokingly say, one of my "Best Friends". I will miss him more than words can ever say. When my dad died a friend of mine quoted this saying she read off of a grave stone in Ireland, it went:

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal.
Love leaves a memory that no one can steal."