Edward S. Wallington

I will miss his laugh, and his love of music. I will always remember the many "Karoke Nights", and how he would have a beer in one hand and a microphone in the other. I will cherish in my heart all the times I would sing with Grandpa Wallington or listen to him sing with Uncle Ed. And who could forget the many nights down at Uncle Ed's Garage, when we would all sing together!!!! You will always be in my hearts and my prayers, I will miss you always!
**Grandma Wallington my love goes...

All the words that could be said will never replace what it is your heart and in your head. Never forget him as he will not forget you.

I didn't know you very well but, the few times we did meet were the funnest times I've had in a long time . You will be greatly missed and never forgotten. Lisa Routson (Randloph High School)

I would like to give my condolences and blessings to the Wallington family in the sadness of the passing of thier father. The loss of someone they loved so dearly is a terrible one.
Sincerely
Berta

I was in the hospital recovering from a brain anuerysm, about to be discharged. Spanky (ED) and Joyce came to visit. Spanky told me that he knows I can't live alone while recovering from the surgery and that they had decided that I was going to stay with them. It wasn't a question.
On that day he became my brother and Joyce my sister.
I had a second brain surgery after that, extending my stay with them.
They asked nothing in return. I bought groceries and beer anyway.
This gives...

This has been a very difficult thing to accept and I didn't know what I could say in this book that could express how I feel, my first entry didn't even come close. So I took some time to myself, to figure out what I wanted to say to my Dad, I hope he is listening.

To my Father,

I cannot cry for you
even though I'm in great pain.
I know crying is what mourners do
and my tears should flow like pouring rain.
But if I give in, let myself cry
I have to accept that...

I first met Ed 5 years ago. I instantly liked him. He was a good caring man and a good listener. Any problem Ihad at the time he would always grin and say get a beer out of the fridge. We talked about family ,hunting ,and fishing when we were younger. He also helped me with many projects with my vehicles. No matter what was going on with my crazy life,I always left his garage feeling better.

Dear Dad; I guess this really is goodbye.It is very difficult for me to accept the fact that I will never see or hear from you again. I know you were proud of me and John and Nika we have done alright for ourselves but it was you and Mom that layed down the groundwork. Like our values our sense of right and wrong our willingness to do what it takes to accomplish our goals all came from you guys. Maybe it was part of your teachings when you spoke that phrase I used to hate you know I DONT...