Jerome Leon Snitz

Jerry Snitz was born in Washington D.C. to Philip and Frances on September 25, 1940. He married Anita Snitz on June 23,1968 in Washington D.C. He graduated from Ben Franklin University.

He worked as an Accountant for Audio Associates and Elite Protective Services for over 45 years. He was a veteran of the Vietnam War and served in the Air Force and was awarded National Defense Service Medal, Vietnam Service Medal, Vietnam Campaign Medal, and the Air Force Good Conduct Medal.

Jerry was an avid sports fan. He followed all of the Washington area professional sports teams all of his life. He was a devoted husband, father, grandfather, uncle, and friend. He was best known for his dry sense of humor, his love for travel, especially cruises, and a trip or two to the local casinos with his sisters. Most importantly, he was a family man. He was proud and humble; dedicated and loyal. He loved his wife, children, and grandchildren more than anything in the world. He lived for his family, he loved his family, and he will be tremendously missed by his family and friends.

Jerry Snitz is preceded in death by his father, Philip Snitz, mother Frances Snitz, and grandson Ryan Scott.

Jerry Snitz is survived by his wife Anita Snitz, son Philip G. Snitz and his wife Crystal, daughter Andrea March and her fiancée Richie Austin, sisters Eileen Kaufman and Karen Harman, grandchildren Abigail Snitz, Austin Snitz, and John Daniel March and many other nieces and nephews.

Funeral services will be held 1:00 Sunday January 3 at King David Memorial Gardens with Rabbi Johnathan Maltzman officiating. Burial will follow at King David Memorial Gardens. Arrangements are by National Funeral Home.

To One in Sorrow

Let me come in where you are weeping, friend,

And let me take your hand.

I, who have known a sorrow such as yours,

Can understand.

Let me come in -- I would be very still

Beside you in your grief;

I would not bid you cease your weeping, friend,

Tears can bring relief.

Let me come in -- I would only breathe a prayer,

And hold your hand,

For I have known a sorrow such as yours,

And understand.

by Grace Noll Crowell