Eugene E. Flynn

Eugene E. Flynn, 96, of Suffern, NY. passed away on December 08, 2020, peacefully in his place of residence in the presence of his loving family. Eugene was born to Edward Flynn and Katherine Haas (both predeceased) in New York, NY., on January 23, 1924.

Eugene worked in Production for the Daily Mirror, followed by the Daily News. He was a WWII Veteran serving his country for three years as a master sergeant in the United States Army. In April of 1943, Eugene volunteered to be drafted as enlisting was not an option at the time. This display of dedication demonstrates the passion he had for this country and his willingness to sacrifice for what he believed in. He was also a member of the VFW Post NO. 2973 in Suffern, NY for many years. His passions included spending time watching his children play sports when he wasn't working, catching a new movie, or spending time with his beloved wife and family. Also, let us not forget hitting the poker machines at the casino every once in a while, when he wanted to test his luck. These are just a few of the simple things that Eugene enjoyed. His life was lived to the fullest, and although he will be greatly missed, it was time for him to go rest with his two sons James "Jimmy" and Sean Michael, who sadly passed years before him.

Eugene is survived by his wife Marianne Walter Flynn of 51 years; his children, Jeanne C. Dutcher (David Jersey ), James “Jimmy” E. Flynn (predeceased ), and Sean M. Flynn (predeceased ); his grandchild Danielle Brasington (Todd Brasington); Great Grandchildren, Nicholas Soemann, Caiden Brasington, and Carter Brasington; his brothers Randy Mayer (Lousie Mayer), and Tommy Mayer; brothers and sisters-in-law, Frank Walter, Ann Martha Walter, Herbert Fred Walter, and Katherine Walter Sullivan (predeceased); nieces and nephews, other relatives and friends.

At this time, the family has decided to postpone a memorial service until a later date due to COVID.

God looked around his garden and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest; God's garden must be beautiful-He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain; He knew you would never get well on earth again. He saw the road was getting rough and hills were hard to climb so he closed your weary eyelids, and whispered, "peace be thine." It broke our hearts to lose you, but you didn't go alone, for a part of us went with you, the day God called you home. - Dr. Patricia H. Aman