C.-McVaney-Obituary

C. Edward "Ed" McVaney

Greenwood Villabe, Colorado

Dec 29, 1940 – Jun 4, 2020

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December 29, 1940
DIED
June 4, 2020
LOCATION
Greenwood Villabe, Colorado

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McVaney, C. Edward "Ed" December 29, 1940 - June 4, 2020 C. Edward McVaney "Ed" of Denver, Colorado, went to be with the Lord on June 4th, 2020, at the age of 79. Ed was born on December 29th, 1940, in Omaha, Nebraska, and was the third of four boys. His desire for knowledge and his strong work...

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To a true friend and patriot. My sincere thoughts and prayers for a very close friend and wingman during my assignment at the U.S. Embassy Baghdad, Iraq (Green Zone Complex).

My condolences to Ed’s family. He was a great man and great leader! I’ll always remember a talk he gave to Quarterly Forum on the importance of corporate culture at JD Edwards. His legacy in business will be long be remembered and he will be missed by those who were privileged to know him.

Linda and I are so sorry to hear of Ed's passing .We were told that he was sick ,but I could not find out any information about his condition.Linda and I always enjoyed being in his presence.I especially enjoyed our breakfasts in the summer when we were both at our ranches and the few times we fly fished together.I remember our fishing trip to Alaska and the fun we had running from the bears and catching lots of fish.Ed was a great man of faith and I look forward to our reunion in Heaven.Our...

Ed, McVaney was a passionate leader and a good human being. I was fortunate to work for the company in the late 90s and through the acquisitions. The JDE community is as strong as ever - I owe my entire professional life to J.D.Edwards team and its co-founders.

May his soul rest in Peace.

Ed was probably the most influential person on my life. He gave me the opportunity to work on software under his direct tutelage when I graduated in 1970, before JDEdwards. And he graciously hired me again in 1988, as a prodigal son of sorts. I have magical memories of times with him in England, walking the tow path along the Thames, and riding around the fifth floor car park in his Jag, trying to find the exit while simultaneously talking to Jim Foos in the US. He slept on the desk next to...