A Tribute for Edward — Friend, Engineer, and the Man Who Made the World Better Simply by Being In It
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The Eulogy
Delivered at the funeral service
Good afternoon, everyone.
I'm Susan, and I had the great honor of calling Edward — Snickers, as most of us knew him — my friend for over 55 years. We met when we were just thirteen, at baseball camp. Edward was tall and rangy, with a swing that could send a ball flying out of the park. Meanwhile, I was lucky to make it to first base. But Edward never once made you feel small or less talented. Instead, he'd quietly cheer you on, celebrate every little success, and somehow make everyone around him feel like a winner. That was Edward — always the natural leader, not through loud words, but through kindness, quiet strength, and a heart bigger than anyone's.
Edward was a man who gave without asking. From a young age, he was the kind of neighbour who would quietly cut the lawn for someone who was ill, or fix a widowed neighbour's car just because it needed doing. He arranged the neighbourhood block party, organized the garage sale, fixed bikes for local kids, and cleared the community hockey rink. He didn't do these things for recognition. He did them because he cared deeply. Every year, he organized the July 4 barbecue. He welcomed newcomers and made people feel at ease, often with no more than a warm smile and a quiet question.
If you ever met Edward, you'd remember his warm smile, his calm and measured voice, and how he'd always ask, "How have you been?" — with genuine interest. He was a quiet observer, a man of few words but immense wisdom. He remembered every face, every kindness ever shown to him, and he carried those memories like treasures. Whether you needed something fixed, a problem solved, or just someone to listen, Edward was your man.
He was proud of the life he built — his work as an engineer, his garden that he lovingly tended, his home. Edward lived with integrity and purpose. His kindness was never loud; it was in the small, thoughtful acts. Sustainability and stewardship shaped the way he lived. He made every penny count, yet remained generous when someone else was in need.
One of my favourite memories of Edward is from one of those neighbourhood barbecues. There was a giant vat of barbecue sauce that somehow exploded — all over him. Instead of getting upset, he laughed. Quietly, with that warm smile. And we laughed right along with him until we cried. He was usually more of a quiet smiler than a big laugher, which made the sight of him covered in sauce even better. It's one of the images I'll always carry.
He also had a deep sense of justice. I remember how genuinely upset he was when developers threatened to demolish an older woman's house at the corner of the block. Edward rarely clashed with anyone. He preferred a sensible solution. But unfairness mattered to him, especially when someone vulnerable was at risk.
Edward accepted life as it came, grateful for every second, and proud of the difference he made. He passed away quietly in Granville, Ohio on March 23, 2026, leaving behind a legacy of kindness, reliability, and friendship that will inspire us all.
I'll miss Edward like a brother. But when I close my eyes, I can still see that thirteen-year-old boy at baseball camp, sending the ball out of the park and then turning his attention to someone else's small success. That is still how I see him: capable of doing something remarkable, and happiest when he could help someone else feel good about what they had done.
Thank you, Edward, for your friendship, your kindness, and your example. Rest easy, my friend.
The Obituary
For family announcement and publication
Known affectionately as "Snickers," Edward Nickerson slipped away quietly in Granville, Ohio on March 23, 2026. A retired engineer, math tutor, devoted neighbour, and longtime resident of Granville, he found his greatest satisfaction in being useful to others.
His memorable nickname dated back to baseball camp, when a coach called him "Snickers" instead of Nickerson. It stuck — and so did the impression he made. That was also where, at age thirteen, he met his lifelong friend Susan. Tall and rangy, Snickers could hit a ball out of the park, but he never boasted about it. Instead, he noticed the other players' smallest successes and made sure they did too. His quiet leadership earned their respect. Susan remained his friend for 55 years and remembered him as the same steady person throughout them all. To Susan, losing Snickers was like losing a brother.
A retired engineer, Snickers became a math tutor in his early retirement before settling into simply enjoying life. His logical mind and patient manner made him a natural teacher. He enjoyed solving problems — explaining a difficult equation, repairing a bicycle, fixing a car, tinkering in the garage. When someone needed a hand, he often said, "Maybe I could look after that for you." He gave freely, usually without drawing attention to what he had done.
He knew his neighbours and remembered the details of their lives. He organized neighbourhood block parties, garage sales, and the annual July 4 barbecue. One of those barbecues became an enduring story when a large container of sauce exploded, leaving Snickers covered head to toe. He was usually more of a quiet smiler, but that day he laughed until he cried along with everyone else.
Calm and observant, he avoided conflict diplomatically but cared deeply about fairness. He became genuinely upset when developers threatened to demolish an older woman's home at the corner of the block. Sustainability and careful stewardship shaped the way he lived.
In quieter moments, Snickers enjoyed home cooking, baseball with a cold beer, and reading the weather and sports pages. A devoted Blue Jays fan, he never lost his love of the game. He liked Bill Bryson and was a lifelong dog person. A ball cap and flannel shirt were familiar parts of his practical, unassuming style.
He was the son of Sadie, a teacher, and a father who worked as a botanist. He was married to Mary from 1970 to 1991. Those who knew him will remember the warm smile with which he asked how they had been, his measured voice, and his ability to make people feel at ease. He wanted to leave the world better than he found it. The lawns he tended, the bicycles he repaired, the gatherings he arranged, and the people he supported show that he did.
A funeral was held at Chapel of Our Lady, Main Street, Granville. Private cremation. A reception followed at the Community Hall.
The Funeral Program
The text printed and distributed at the service
IN LOVING MEMORY
Edward "Snickers" Nickerson
March 23, 2026
Granville, Ohio
Known since childhood as "Snickers," he carried the nickname first given to him by a baseball coach who stumbled over "Nickerson." It suited the playful spirit behind his quiet smile.
Snickers was a retired engineer who later worked as a math tutor. He could repair household items, mechanical equipment, tools, and bicycles. His familiar offer — "Maybe I could look after that for you" — meant a problem was already on its way to being solved. His care for others was practical and discreet: he cut the lawn of an ill neighbour, repaired a widowed neighbour's car, fixed bicycles for local children, cleared the community hockey rink, and organized the neighbourhood July 4 barbecue every year. One barbecue became a favourite story when a giant vat of sauce exploded, leaving him covered from head to toe. Everyone laughed until they cried — and, that day, so did the man better known for his quiet smile.
At home, Snickers found pleasure in gardening and tending perennials. He enjoyed walking outdoors, watching baseball with a cold beer, and reading the weather and sports pages. A devoted Blue Jays fan, he never lost his love of the game. He valued fairness, made every penny count, and gave quietly where he saw a need.
Snickers accepted life as it came. He did not want a fuss or seek recognition. He simply wanted to leave the world better than he found it — and Granville bears the lasting marks of that purpose.
A Friend's Remembrance — Susan
"I'll miss him like I'd miss my own brother."
Thank you to the neighbours, friends, and community members whose lives were shared with Snickers. Your presence and remembrance honour a man who found his greatest happiness in being useful to others.
The Memorial Social Post
Shared with family and friends online
On March 23, 2026, we said goodbye to Snickers.
I met him when we were 13, at baseball camp. He was tall and rangy and could hit a ball out of the park, while I could barely make it to first base. He never made anyone feel small because of his talent. Instead, he noticed every little success and made sure you noticed it too. That was the kind of friend he remained for the next 55 years.
Snickers was happiest when he could be useful. He quietly cut the lawn for an ill neighbour, fixed a widowed neighbour's car, repaired bikes for local kids, and cleared the community hockey rink. His familiar offer was, "Maybe I could look after that for you." He rarely waited to be asked. He also brought people together — arranging block parties, garage sales, and the neighbourhood July 4 barbecue every year.
One of my favourite memories is seeing him covered in barbecue sauce after the giant vat he'd bought somehow exploded. We laughed until we cried — and so did he, though he was usually more of a quiet smiler.
He enjoyed tinkering in the garage, working in the garden, and watching the Blue Jays with a cold beer. He remembered old stories and the smallest details about people. He asked how you had been, listened to the answer, and always seemed to know how to put others at ease.
Snickers simply wanted to leave the world better than he found it. He did that in countless practical ways, usually without anyone knowing. I'll miss him as I would miss my own brother. — Susan
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