First, I met Sue while working for the same organization in IL. about 1974. A while later Sue's little brother, Dan, came to work for the same organization.  I can't remember the sequence of events, but I was introduced to Sue & Dan's parents, Harvey and Lois, I think when I came to work a week in Seattle. Both Harvey and Lois were so welcoming and warm hearted, we soon enjoyed their friendship and company. 

One week in the late 70's, I brought my parents to Seattle and they met Harvey and Lois and were made to feel welcome instantly. Until my parents went to be with Jesus, and now with Harvey, they would ask me how they we doing, and asked me pass on their greeting with the fond memories of the time they spent with the Edds. 

I carry many delightful memories of my times over the years with Harvey and Lois, as well as Sue and Dan. I have many blessed memories of times I've spent with the Edds in their West Seattle home, including celebrating Dan & Kaye's wedding. My life has been blessed by knowing Harvey, as well as the rest of the Edds family. Thank you, Harvey, for your friendship and example for so many years. Until we meet in His kingdom, my our God grant you and your family His peace that passes all understanding.

Roger Nelson Memorial Presentation
September 27, 2010

My name is Roger Nelson, and I have had the pleasure of knowing Harvey Edds for 61 years. In fact, Harvey and Lois knew me before I was born. Lois delivered Sue the same year that my mother had me so the Edds family knew me before I knew me! I was the mischievous little boy next door in our neighborhood on 35th Ave  in the Arbor Heights area of West Seattle. I was in a way, Harvey and Lois’ adopted second son as Harvey, Lois, Sue, and Dan and I shared many happy times together when we were children, as well as during the years after we had all left home and were all grown up.

A couple of weeks ago, I visited Harvey at his condominium in Bellevue. Out of the blue he informed me that he wanted Dan and I to speak at his memorial service. I assured him that I would be honored to speak at this event and we openly discussed what I would talk about. He was pleased with what I had to say and just like all the politicians we are watching on television today, HARVEY EDDS HAS APPROVED  THIS MESSAGE! 

For those of us who were born in the late 1940’s and early 1950’s we grew up within the ubiquitous presence of the 8 mm silent camera. You know, the one that took pictures of us on Christmas morning, on our vacations, our trips to Mt. Rainier and other memorable life events. You know, the camera that took pictures going up the Space Needle, down the Space Needle, and then panned across Seattle back and forth in such an artistic fashion. My dad had such a camera and so did Harvey. I have seen his 8 mm pictures, and I believe some of them have been transferred onto a CD format for the joy and pleasure of all.

Today I would like to serve as narrator as we look through the lens of the 8mm camera at the life and times of Harvey Edds. You need a narrator because there was no sound on those films. Please forgive me if I take some creative license during this film, just like those famous cinematographers have done when they have  chronicled the great events of history and the biographies of famous people. Lois, Dan, and Sue have my permission to edit out any small errors in this narrative anytime after this service.

Our opening scene takes place in Topeka, Kansas where Harvey was born and grew to manhood. It was in Kansas that many of Harvey’s admirable mid -west values were formed: a love of God and country, loyalty to family and friends, the understanding of what hard work was all about, and the knowledge that you were to help a stranger who was broken down on the side of the road, feed the hungry, and give the neighbor a friendly wave as you passed them on the street. I don’t know about you, but I have never met a person from Kansas that I have not liked. 

It was in Kansas that Harvey met a beautiful, shy girl named Lois Kirk. One of their first encounters took place when Harvey and some friends playfully threw apples at Lois and some of her girl friends in an orchard. Lois thought that Harvey was kind of annoying, but also kind of cute.

Our camera now pans to a railroad platform where a full trainload of young men, including Harvey Edds are heading off to boot camp to prepare for battle in Europe during World War II. Lois’ father, a veteran of World War I, a man who had seen and smelled the carnage of war and fully knew what Harvey and his comrades would be experiencing in the coming months, stood ramrod straight and saluted the young men as the train left the station. Mr. Kirk may have been one of the few people on that train platform who truly knew what these young men were about to face. Harvey was just slightly older than Jason is now as he prepared for the significant events of D Day at Normandy, and the horrific Battle of the Bulge that took place in that cold winter of 1944. 

Our camera now quietly records the pre Normandy invasion lecture delivered by a senior officer in a large tent the night before D Day. Harvey and his fellow soldiers are shown a large relief map of the beach with the finest details of the terrain, the defense fortifications, and how the invasion will go forward. The men are told that if any of them are not up to the test, to take two steps backward. Nobody does. 

It is now about noon on D Day. The first forces have landed and secured the beachhead. Harvey sees the first horrors of war as the bodies of young American soldiers are washing out to sea. Young men who just hours before were alive, scared, yet ready to fight. The impulse of the soldiers in the landing craft is to reach over and bring the dead GI’s into the boat for a proper burial. The crusty old sergeant majors and master sergeants who have seen war, tell the young soldiers no, these men have fought and died with honor and it is now the duty of the soldiers in the landing craft to go forward and let the dead go.

We next see freezing soldiers in the snows of Belgium during the last gasp of the Third Reich. Harvey and his buddy Bob West get creative with ways to stay warm during one of the coldest winters in the history of Europe: December, 1944 during the Battle of the Bulge. The cold is almost as deadly as the bullets of the German soldiers. During this time Harvey makes friends with a young Belgium girl named Josie who has kept in touch with him all these years. This is a truly remarkable story that Dan can tell you about at another time.

Our camera now pans to the early snows of Kansas during December of 1945. Harvey is back home in Kansas, the Nazis have been defeated, and it is now time to really begin to live. One week after Christmas, on New Year’s Day 1946, Harvey and Lois Kirk are married, beginning a love affair that has lasted over 60 years. 

Our movie is now getting a little clearer for me. Harvey and Lois have moved into a little house next to mine in West Seattle. Sue, Dan, and I play for hours in each other’s homes and in our yards. It is an idyllic time of peace and prosperity. Harvey and Lois, and my parents are indeed members of what Tom Brokaw has called “The Greatest Generation.” They were raised during the Great Depression, fought back tyranny in Europe and Asia, and arrived home from war to create one of the most impressive economies humankind has ever seen. Harvey is involved in his church, Hillcrest Presbyterian, becomes an elder, a Sunday school teacher, and sings in the choir. Harvey and Lois have worked hard to establish Edds Printing Company and are truly experiencing the American Dream.

Let’s now look through the camera lens to some of our fun trips camping. Harvey and Lois generously invited me to join their family on some camping trips. The infamous hikes up to Deer Lake from Sol Duc Hot Springs in the Olympic National Park, and the site of our camp when a bear raided our food and scared the tar out of Harvey and Lois. Dan, Sue, and I slept through that whole adventure! Walking down a steep trail, our camera looks back at Harvey and Lois, walking hand in hand, following their two kids and the neighbor boy in the great outdoors. There is something special about the way they hold each other’s hands that conveys a true love, even through the lens of this rickety old camera. For those of us who knew Harvey we know how much he loved Lois whom he fondly called “Pet.”

The rest of this movie is a blur of events. Harvey enjoying bike rides, sharing life with a group of friends during Bible studies, mentoring young men to be better husbands and fathers, and sharing his faith openly with all. There are scenes of Harvey and his family at Canon Beach, and Leavenworth, helping to build a church on a mission trip to Guatemala, several trips to Europe, the Holy Lands, and of course the adventures in his motor home after he retired when Lois and Harvey toured across the country he so loved: America. 

Harvey has been a wonderful friend, mentor, father figure, encourager, and advisor to me and has always been available to me when I needed counsel before embarking on a large event in my life. Right after I introduced my then girl friend Karen, to my parents during Thanksgiving of 1969, she had to pass the interview test of Harvey and Lois before I could marry her. Of course she did, and Harvey embraced Karen like he would have embraced his own daughter. Forty years of marriage later, I am glad Harvey approved of my choice of a life partner.

As our movie ends, the credits show that this life film was directed and produced by Harvey’s Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. While the film has starred Harvey Edds, his co-star, Lois Edds, earned an academy award as best actress while portraying Harvey’s wife. This film has also featured the rising stars of Sue, Dan, Kaye and Jason Edds, the loves of Harvey’s life. Important characters included Harvey’s mother, father, three brothers, one who died in infancy,  three sisters, and best buddy Bob West. Spiritual advice has been provided by the Rev. Haldane Duff, and Dr. Robert Brown, pastors of Hillcrest Presbyterian Church. Significant thanks goes to the United States Army who provided historical documentation for this film. Your narrator has been Roger Nelson, the little boy next door, who is wearing band aides on his skinned knees, but who is showing a huge smile because while he will miss Harvey, he knows that Harvey is dancing and singing in the presence of his Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and that we will all be together again one day.

Amen

<center>Memorial Speech by Jason Edds 


Grandpa Harvey

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As the only grandson in the family I received a lot of the attention, especially by my grandfather. We did a lot of things together. We went 
 

• Fishing

• Bike riding

• To Alki beach and skipped every flat stone that could be found

• He taught me how to spit

• He would pick me up from school and we would get ice cream bars 

• He told me lots of stories… most of them started with “Now this goes back to the second world war…”


We had a lot of fun together. Also being the youngest in the family I had the opportunity to see Harvey in a somewhat of a different light than those that knew him in his younger days. I had the privilege of seeing him as a final product and not a work in progress. I saw him after everything was said and done, and after all of those rough edges were smoothed away. 


There are three main things that I think about when I remember Harvey and I would like to share those with you.


1. He was an incredibly hard worker.

One time he came over to my house to help trim the ivy that was growing by the side of the house. When the job was finished, being a naive 8 years old, I made the comment “That was a good days work ugh grandpa?” He turned to me and said “No, that was a good 2 hours work” I still remember him saying that and I have tried to put that hard working attitude into practice every day.


2. He was always unconditionally loving. I don’t think he ever met a stranger. We went to Europe when I was in sixth grade and Harvey would sometimes get tired and he would have to sit down and rest a bit. So my dad and I would go off and explore a short ways a way and by the time we would get back to Harvey, there would be a crowd of people standing around him listening to his stories.


3. But the most important thing is he was never afraid to tell anyone about his faith in Jesus Christ. If I could only resemble Harvey in one way it would be that; to not be embarrassed to tell anyone about what Jesus did 2000 years ago and what he is doing in my life today.


It is not just my loving family that has kept me going this last week, or my supporting friends, but it is the knowledge that Harvey is in heaven talking to his Savior, with perfect hearing, and perfect lungs, and a perfect body that is not in pain anymore. And I look forward to seeing him again someday. 

Dad was by no means perfect. He did not always act perfectly, speak perfectly, and believe perfectly. But even through the intense scrutiny of a son, I can say that he exemplified those ideals of character we hold most sacred: love of God, love of country, love of family, and the willingness to help a neighbor.
Dad was looking forward to this day. A when he could be remembered. A day when he could join close friends at Tahoma National Cemetery. At one point he was very concerned that Mom would be able to find her way to Maple Valley and get to the cemetery on time. With a little desperation she finally told him: Stop worrying about, you will be in the back seat we won’t start without you. This service also reflects his own wishes. 
1. He had asked that Roger and I say a few words.  
2. He asked that his service be as happy as possible, (I think he was under the impression that we might get all chocked up); and
3. He asked that we remind everyone that he had fought in World War 2, (as if all of anyone who knew him for more than 5 minutes did not know that already).
So I thought I would take the last request and talk a bit about world war 2 and what that meant to him. To state it simply, it was his involvement in the world and especially a beach called Omaha in Normandy France that brought him his sense of achievement and significance.  It was not so much about anything he did individually, but what he was collectively apart of. Twice I have walked the shores of Omaha Beach with him.  And each time, I have seen his pride in being a part of the greatest navel armada in the history of mankind, yet the tears of so many young men dying where today children fly kits and build castles in the sand.
I am going to attempt to explain the significance of this part of his life through the lens of a journey that Dad , my son Jason and I took 6 years ago to revisit the places and the people that brought him so much pride.
Our first day in Europe was actually a reunion. During the war he was a member of the 110th AAA gun battalion. In the fall of 1944 and just before the Battle of the Bulge his unit was stationed near Leige Belgium providing support to First Army Headquarters. During  this time a 12 year old girl would visit the American GIs and hopefully take home some American Chocolate. She became a bit of a mascot. I think she probably represented everyone’s little sister. Dad had two little sisters and two little brothers. One day she turned up missing. Guys were sent to investigate and discovered that a German buzz bomb had hit their home, killing everyone. I knew Josie as a little girl in a black and white photo that he carried with his mementoes. Fifty years later Dad discovered that Josie was alive and still living in the Leige area. For 10 years they would occasionally correspond. So it was with no little anticipation that Dad, Jason, and I pulled into a little village called Le Glaize and met Josie. Even though it had been60 years, Dad immediately recognized her. I saw my father in a new light that afternoon. Not as a Dad, but how a 6 ft blond haired boy from Topeka may have impressed a 12 year old girl. In halting English she told me how she would visit the American GIs and this tall boy with a big knife on one hip and a “boom boom” on the other hip would take her hand walk her around the camp so she would not get hurt. And as she was telling me this – 60 years later, she was blushing.
Later that evening, we visited a place that brings a strong visceral reaction to every man in the European Theatre, Malmady. I was expecting something larger, but Malmady turned out to be a small village in the mountains. But it was here, at a cross roads just outside of town, where 84 US GI’s that had been captured at the start of the Battle of the Bulge were lined up and massacred. But Malmady has other significance for Dad. One of the cathedrals in town honors the liberators of Malmady from German occupation. The name of each allied unit that was involved is noted on a stone monument just outside the cathedral. Dad’s 110th AAA gun battalion is so noted.
The next stop on our journey was to the Rhine River to a small town called Remagan. This was the point of the spear for the allied campaign. It was at Remagan where the last bridge was left standing that crossed the Rhine. Capture this bridge and Eisenhower could invade into the German heart land. The war would be all but over.   Once captured, there were an estimated 400 anti aircraft batteries were brought in to defend it.  With this number, no single gunner could claim a downed aircraft, but one afternoon, Dad was pretty sure he actually hit the world’s first jet powered fighter – the Messerschmidt 262 he saw pieces of it fall off, but it also kept on flying.
One of Dads war time heroes was General George Patton. Several times he considered putting in for a transfer to Patton’s army. There were two reasons for this, one was that with Patton you were always where the action was. Second, Patton thought that a soldier would go only as far as a clean pair of socks would take him so he made sure his soldiers got clean socks on a regular basis. Weather it was the idea of action or clean socks, Dad never said, but Patton was his hero. He is buried near Luxemburg. The cemetery is breathtaking. We arrived late afternoon and discovered we had it all to ourselves. The superintendent came out and saw Dad and immediately introduced himself. For nearly an hour he walked us up and down the rows of monuments and told us stories of how farm boys and auto mechanics died liberating Europe. At closing, taps is always played and the flags are ceremonially folded. When it came time to fold the flags, the superintendent asked Jason if he would like to help. Dad could not have been more proud as his grandson got to help fold the flags that flank the grave side of one of the most famous American generals and a personal hero, General George C. Patton. 
D- Day, brings to memory some of the bloodiest fighting of the war. On the first day of the invasion on Omaha beach, nearly 3000 boys were killed and thousands more wounded. Dad was sitting on a landing ship just off shore watching it all. He went ashore the next day to set up his anti aircraft gun. Bodies still littered the beach.  To Dad, as I am sure of every veteran of the D-Day landings, this place is hallowed ground. So it was not surprising to see Dad pull out a plastic bag and kneel down to scoop 20 pounds of sand into the bag so he could take it home and send it off to his buddies. Fortunately it did not set off any airport security alarms. 
The day we visited the cemetery that overlooks Omaha Beach we witnessed something rather remarkable. He was starting to get a little gimpy then and he could not walk very far, very fast. Jason and I would slow our walk so he could stay up and we would have to stop frequently to rest. But as we parked the car at the entrance of the cemetery overlooking Normandy something akin to physical transformation took place. Jason and I were barely out of the car and he was already 25 yards ahead of us. We ran to catch up as he headed for an over look of the beach. There were maybe 20 people milling around the overlook, just taking it all in when I noticed someone nudge their partner and looked over at Dad. He was wearing his favorite baseball hat that called out his service at Normandy. Several people began to look and finally someone had the nerve to ask “were you here”. I watched his back stiffen, his posture grew tall once again, and in that booming voice of his he said “I sure was” and in an instant 60 years rolled away and he was the tall strong confident boy from Topeka once again. For 40 minutes he told his stories. When he finished men shock his hand, women hugged him and wanted a photo with him, and an Army chaplain called him pronounced him American hero. And If I did not know better, it was pretty much Dad and his buddy Bob West who singled handedly won the battle of Normandy. By the time we got back to the car he was limping again and he had to stop to catch his breath.
Last stop was Paris. History books say that Paris was liberated from Nazi occupation on the 25th of August 1944 when the first American infantry units moved in. But Dad always thought it took place on the 24th and he thought it was members of his beloved 110th and not the infantry that got there first. Not too long ago, a book was written about the 110th that documents Dad’s observation.  To be honest, Dad never thought too much of the French. But on our last evening in Paris I think he found a new appreciation of the French and their cuisine. I had scheduled a dinner cruise on the Seine. We left in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower. It was a beautiful story book spring evening, warm and romantic. I was thinking of Kaye. I was a little nervous about his response to the traditions of French dining. I was even thinking McDonalds would have been just as good and a whole lot cheaper. Waiters were formal with lots of “we misers and we madams”. I didn’t need to worry. Dinner was fabulous and as the courses were served he would look at me and say “this is really nice”. He even thought Mom and Sue should take the same cruise when they came to Paris. But the night really sparkled when the lady in red got down in front of him and sang him a love song in French. I’m not exactly sure what she sang, but the affect was pretty clear as his smile lit the night sky and was probably seen clear back to the shores of Normandy and the old warrior finally got his thanks for liberating Paris.

The passing of another good soul from the greatest generation.  My memories of Harvey and the family are nothing but good and positive. All our prayers and thoughts are with the Edds.  I will miss him, and will hang on to the limited memories I have of the guy who was so good to and for us all.  What a great, positive soul!  Love to all.  My first five years would not have been the same without him and the whole Edds family.

I really wanted to let you know that I am thinking of you and your family right now.  I do remember the good times we had growing up together and your dad and mom, too.  The many times we went to the beach and when we came to your house are still wonderful memories.
 
Please know that your dad is in a better and joyous place now. Also, remember that you and your family are in my prayers and thoughts.

Dear Lois, Sue and family,  Harvey left an impression of caring and love fpr people.  It was a joy getting to know him in our class at Westminster Chapel.  May God give comfort as this parting is never easy, though only for a season.  Remembering his great contribution here and knowing we will see him again, whole and in the presence of the Lord, may you experience total peace.

Sue,
Meeting you almost 30 years ago not only created a wonderful friendship but had an added bonus of my gaining your father as a friend as well. Who can say their friend's father taught their bible study class? I can still remember his teaching. He had so much wisdom and insight. I thank him for those spiritual lessons and his service to our country - a true sacrifice. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

Dear Queenie, Sue, Dan and the rest of the Edds family... I'm deeply sorry for your loss of precious Harvey.  I loved him very much and he was an important man in my life.  You have all been such a special part of my life since I was a little girt and you will always be in my heart.  I'm so grateful for your friendship and cherish all the memories of visiting Seattle.  Harvey is celebrating in heaven and I know is still telling all his amazing stories to his favorite Bible heroes!!!! There was no one who could tell a story like Harvey!!!  
I love you all soooo much and wish I could be there today to celebrate one of my heroes, Harvey W. Edds!!!  
Please know you are in my prayers and in my heart!!
Love always,

Kari Lynn

It was our privilege to meet Harvey while working with Dan and Sue in Chicago. Together with our dads, Ed Pashby and Gordon Nordstrom, he completed a trio of loving Godly fathers. The photos we remember were always the three of them, together at a conference, or visiting their sons and daughters in Illinois. No doubt many stories were shared about their war experiences, their families, and the Lord. Gordon became Dennis' father-in-law, and the Edds became our neighbors to the North when we moved to Portland.

For a number years, we enjoyed seeing Harvey and the family at the beach as summer waned and we gathered for a short weekend to catch up and laugh together. Harvey never failed to ask how our families and loved ones were. He was always so loving and accepting of us. During these beach visits, it was an Edd's family tradition after the evening meal to all pile in our cars and drive down to the local ice cream parlor for an ice cream cone which Harvey so generously bought for everyone. He always made us feel like part of the family. We have such sweet memories of those times together at the beach. 

Harvey, one of the Greatest Generation's members, ("Well done, good and faithful servant" Matt. 25:21a), can now rest in peace with Jesus in that glorious Heaven which he used to talk about. 

"For our citizenship is in heaven from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform the body of our humble state into conformity with the body of His glory..." Phil 3:20-21

...No doubt, there is a blessed reunion of a certain trio of fathers!

God bless you and keep you Lois, Sue, Dan, Kaye and Jason

With Our Love,
 
  Dennis, Marilyn and Devin Pashby

Lois and Family, 
Our thoughts and prayers are with you during this difficult time, yet we rejoice with you that Harvey is with Jesus.
He was a gentle and loving man who affected many lives in such a positive way.  We are grateful to have known him!

Dear Lois, Sue, Dan, Kaye, and Jason.

I'm rejoicing Harvey is in the arms of Jesus; what a day of rejoicing knowing he's finally home.  Yet it's with heavy hearts too, that we rejoice.

Harvey loved the Lord and it was very evident.  He loved people and he loved talking to people this I remember well from the IBYC office in Edds Printing.  I loved going there to work and being with both Lois and Harvey for several hours a day.  Harvey tried to keep working inspite of Lois and I always finding something to laugh about. 

I have many memories at your home (Lois) with many laughs and sharing around the dinner table....priceless memories I always remember and treasure in my heart.

I have loved you all for many years and still do.  May we always focus our hearts on the Lord Jesus and the hope and security of knowing we will meet up with our loved ones once again.

I wonder if Harvey has seen my parents yet so they can talk and talk.  I know my parents would have loved to "welcome home" Harvey.

My thoughts and prayers will be with you all during this time.  We love you all.  "When we all see Jesus. we'll sing and SHOUT the VICTORY".

On behalf of the Haynes family,  

Jan (for Sue and Steve, Beckie and Terry, and Dennis)

Dear Lois, Sue, Dan, Kaye, and Jason, 

Harvey made a difference for so many. His genuine love for others, his twinkle, and his unselfishness made him someone to look up to. 

 He gave his time to us; he gave his love to us; he loved us without judgment.  We always looked forward to our time with the all of you.  Harvey had a special way of smiling and nodding and working his way amidst the ideas and thoughts of many others.  All the while, he provided a model of care and concern for others that taught us to do the same. 

Harvey worked at following Jesus. He did so with sincerity, with humbleness, and with an appreciation of what reconciliation means. 

We will miss Harvey's presence.  His spirit and lessons remain. 

With deepest affection, 

Beth and Stephen Nielsen

To dear Sue, Lois, Dan, Kaye and Jason,
Our sincere condolences to you in your loss. We rejoice, though, in Harvey's release "to an inheritance that is imperishable..."  I Peter 1:4 
May the God of all comfort be your strength. 
Love, Karin and Paul Olsen

Your family have been wonderful church friends and neighbors. You have enriched our lives. We rejoice in his SURE rebirth and forever with the Lord.   .Love,   from the Boyer family.  Helen, Ernie, Becky, Pam and Jamie

Harvey may have felt that his military service was his most important achievement, but I suspect most of us in this room are here because Harvey touched us in a more personal way.

While, technically, I am not a relative, the Nelson and Edds families have been closely linked since before my husband was born, and I feel as though I married into the joint family.

My husband explained the Gospel to me and I accepted Jesus as my Savior during my second year of marriage.

About 6 months later I began working for Harvey and Lois at Edds Printing.

But I could hardly call it working, as we had a “thing” going at the office!

You see, helping me understand my newfound faith was more important to Harvey than running those presses!

Our lunch times often stretched into 2, 3, even 4 hours, as he would try to answer all of my questions.

And what he couldn’t answer sent us digging into the Scriptures.

I will be eternally grateful for the time he spent with me.

His life showed me a Jesus I could easily believe in.

So, Lois, I am sorry Harvey had to work so many late nights.

I am partly to blame because he had to make up for our long lunch breaks!

I'm so glad I knew Harvey. He was a gentle and godly man. I pray comfort and peace for you all now.  Christie

Dear Lois and Family
Sue called and shared that Harvey is 100% healed and at the feet of Jesus.
We are grateful that we will see him again and share the fond memories that we have.  Love you all
Marshall Bettyann and Kim

Dan, Kaye and Jason,
 We are so sorry to hear of Harvey's passing. Harvey was an incredible man
and will be greatly missed. We are keeping you all in our thoughts and prayers. 

Love from Montana,

Dan, Liz, Colton and Maddie

Dan, Sue and family I just got home from four days of flying and had the strangest thing happen this morning. While I was reading the local news online, a link to King County deaths caught my eye and I was compelled to click it, I never do that..... I sadden by what I read. I know that your dad is finally at rest in the arms of a loving God. No more pain or struggles with the ravages of aging. Your dad was a hero in many ways, his love of the Lord was evident in his live and how he conducted himself and served the Lord. His love of country was exemplify in his service and provided us with the freedom we have today, he was truly part of the “Greatest Generation”. His example of hard work and honesty was an example to all of us.  Dan you and Sue can be truly proud of your dad, the example that he and your mom set for you will guide you all of your life. The trip to the shores of Normandy, the bridge at Remagan and the Seine River in Paris if now forever etched in your memory and given you a wonderful link to his past.  We morn your loss but celebrate the life your dad lived and the hope we have in Jesus of being together again. Our thoughts and prayers are with you all during this time of grief.  Dan, I will be in the middle of a four day trip on Monday so I will be unable to attend the Memorial service but when things calm down for you we should do lunch. I know now is a busy time for you so I thought I would email instead of calling.  Larne

OBITUARY

Harvey W. Edds Jr.

December 28, 1923 – September 20, 2010

Sunset Hills Memorial Park & Funeral Home

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