Edward R. Beyer

May 27, 1932 - December 2, 2021

BEYER – Edward R., “Droopy” 89, Sidman, died December 2, 2021, at home. Born May 27, 1932, in Croyle Township, son of Marcellus Vincent and Anna C. (Senft) Beyer. Preceded in death by parents; wife, Shirley R. (Cekella) Beyer, who died May 28, 2020; daughter, Susan L. Beyer; son, Kevin M. Beyer; sister, Anna “Jeannie” Duffy; and brothers, Modestus, Vincent, Richard, Herman, and Robert Beyer. Survived by son, Edward F., married to Ida (Wright), Sidman, daughter-in-law, Tammy (Brown) Beyer, Sidman; grandchildren, Amanda Beyer, Houston, Texas; Jessica Smith, Summerhill; Justin, married to Marci (Baumgardner), Sidman ; Josh, married to Shana (Schlosser), Rudyard, Michigan; and Travis, married to Michelle (Wetzel), Elton; great-grandchildren, Hannah, Karlee, Jase, Henry, Bennett, Oliver, and Wyatt; sisters, Dolores Taylor, Altoona; Martha Sedlmyer; Patricia Cochran, both of Las Vegas, Nevada; and Shirley Watanabe, Maui, Hawaii; sisters-in-law, Shirley (Smay) Beyer, and Irene (Holsopple) Beyer; and numerous nieces, nephews, and other relatives. Ed was a member of St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, Summerhill; where he always enjoyed cooking for the Altar Rosary Society. He was a retired coal miner and lifelong farmer. He enjoyed the occasional casino trip and cherished making his great grandchildren laugh. Friends will be received from 5 to 7 p.m. Sunday at Charles O. Dimond Funeral Home, Inc., South Fork. Funeral Mass will be celebrated at 10 a.m. Monday at St. John’s Catholic Church, Father Joseph C. Nale, celebrant. Committal, St. Marys Cemetery, New Germany. For this one farmer the worries are over, lie down and rest your head. Your time has been and struggles enough, put the tractor in the shed. Years were not easy, many downright hard, but your faith in God transcended. Put away your tools and sleep in peace. The fences have all been mended. You raised a fine family, worked the land well under the hot, summer sun. Hang up your shovel inside the barn; your work on earth is done. A faith few possess led your journey through life, often a jagged and stony way. The sun is setting, the crops are harvested and here now is the end of your day. Your love of God’s soil has passed on to your kin, the stories flow like good beer. Wash off your boots in the puddle of rain, for there is nothing more to fear. You always believed that the good Lord would provide and He always had somehow. Take off your gloves and put them away, no more sweat and worry for you now. Your labor is done, your home now is Heaven; no more must you wait. Your legacy lives on, your love of the land. Be at peace, your beloved Shirley is waiting; and yes PapPap, we will close the gate. ~ Close the Gate: poem by Nancy Kraayenhof