Edward J. Baffoe

My deepest sympathy to the Baffoe family. I knew Ed for about 10 years. He always made me laugh and was a great listener. He will be truly missed.

I will always remember my Uncle Ed as a man who enjoyed helping other people, I'll be thinking about him every time I'm out on my mother's sceened-in back porch, which he built, or my Uncle Dan's basement, which is simply beautiful. Though we have a pretty large family, Uncle Ed always found the time to shoot the breeze with me and ask me what's going on in my life, he found the time for everybody else in the family as well. I loved when he would have parties at his house, Eddie was just a...

Hello, My name is Neal Murray. I am starting to recall good things and for that I am content. so here is a short tale.

Ed ALWAYS made sure me and my sisters ate dinner at the table. Sometimes we would groan because we would miss our television shows. I am very glad he did that. Television doesn't get terminal diseases.

I always thought of myself as different from Ed, as more reserved and shy. At the dinner table he would always make one of his classic stabs at...

It has taken me time to realize Ed is gone. I recently had a dream with Ed in it. He was happy and joking around in my dream. When I woke up, I thought about all the fantastic memories my family has had with him in it. From the family vacations to doing house chores to hanging around the house to the endless sport events my siblings and I were in he went to. I can share many stories to show what a caring and wonderful person he was. One summer I had my soccer team over at my house. There was...

It's hard for me to write this because it doesn't really seem real to me. My Uncle Ed was indestructible. He was the man that if he did know a lot about me he wouldn't have judged me, ever. He never tried to fix a problem unless it was a house or some project, but he knew where his boundaries stood as a listener. He always made situations lighter with his sarcasm and hope. I never saw Ed as someone easily shaken by what life was giving him. I guess the same stands for all of my Baffoe unlces,...

Eddie, I wish you were here with us just a little longer so that i could tell you this in person.You were such a such a wonderful man, perhaps my favorite uncle named Eddie *wink wink*. I will always miss you and your face, which i looked forward to seeing every time i went to Chicago. It wasnt a visit if i didnt get to see my uncle Ed, you made everything worth while in life. I've never met a man quite like you....what man do you know that bench presses his brothers,builds a pool, drinks...

The man who I came to know as Edward Baffoe was not the same person I remembered growing up. When I was a kid, all I knew of any of the Baffoes was that they were some distant relatives, that I only knew from my mothers' wild tales. When I'd visit them the wild tales seemed somewhat accurate based on their outlandish behaviors. My uncles especially scared me because they seemed so much bigger and had so much more personality than anyone I had ever met. Now that I'm older I realize they'll...

Dear Baffoe Family: It's been hard for me to grasp Eddie's passing especially since everything happened so fast, but I want to take the time to share with you a couple of memories of Ed Baffoe as my brother in-law. He like the rest of the Baffoe's accepted me for who I am and took time with me whenever I was in Chicago to visit with Marybeth. I always felt welcome in Chicago, especially at Ed's. I always wanted to stay at his house whenever we came to visit. There are two things I want to...

I have not seen Eddie since our 20-year class reunion in 1988, so I feel a little strange writing this, but the family asked for memories and I certainly have those! Growing up in St. Felicitas was really like being part of a small town and being a part of the same 8th grade graduating class was, well, almost like being family. When I picture Eddie in grade school he is always smiling or laughing or, more importantly, making the rest of us smile and laugh. I also remember in the 8th grade,...