The Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death
we do the same. It broke our
hearts to lose you, you did not go
alone; for part of us went with you,
the day God called you home. You
left us peaceful memories, your love
is still our guide; and though we
cannot see you, you are always at our
side. Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.
George Yocher came into this world with a big bang on July 4, 1929 in Derby, Ct. And moved into Palm Beach Gardens Florida in 1973. His life was joyful, eventful and a loving one. He was a Navy Air Corps Veteran of WW2 and the Korean Conflict. While on leave he met the women (Joyce Slade/Melfe) of his dreams on a bind date, and they were wed on November 4, 1950. They had four kids (Joy, George, Colleen and Heidi), and then five grand kids (Jenny, Andrea, Irene, Linda and Kenneth) and one great-grandson (Iean), but his family did not end with his own blood, he had many nieces, nephews, grandsons and granddaughters that he took into his heart even though they were not his own blood; he loved them just as much as he loved all the others that were his own blood. Everyone who knew him loved him. He was a loving husband, father and grandfather. His family was the most impotent thing in his life. He lived for his family, never thinking of his self he worked hard so his family would have everything they needed and most of the time wanted. He was Baptized, and once he found the Lord, he added the Lord to the top of his list, and like always he put his self last. He was a good Christian. So as you could see he was not a selfish man, he was a very selfless man. On February 29, 2004, George Yocher leaped out of this would right into Jesus’s arm, and now he is in Heaven with our Lord looking down on his family. He will be missed by everyone who knew and loved him.