Paul R. Redkoles

Farming is a difficult, time consuming occupation but Paul loved it. Hours before he had to report to his job at DuPont in Deepwater, he put time in on the farm and at the end of his shift he would return to the farm until the sun set. Farming was his passion as were his children, Paul Jr. and Amber. They were the reason for all his hard work . He had a strong desire to provide well for them. They also played together with trips to South Street for Father’s Day Dinners and to DiNardo’s for his annual birthday crab fest. Along with cousin Tom they cheered on the Eagles and went to home games where Paul Sr and Jr would practice tossing the pigskin while tail-gating.rn The biggest and prettiest bright red impatiens could be found at Paul’s Gibbstown home . He had the magic touch.rnAt the end of the day Paul could be found asleep in his recliner.rnPaul was predeceased by his Dad, Paul .rnIn addition to his beloved children, Paul Jr. (Shana), and Amber( Brian Almeida) Paul is survived by his devoted mother, Betty Lou, dear grandmother Margaret Hackard, loving sister Margie Ann, devoted Uncle Andy Redkoles and dear Aunt Anne Parazino, and many cousins.rnCome celebrate 54 active years Friday from 6 to 8PM and Saturday From 9AM at Daley Life Celebration Studio, Swedesboro where the service will be at 10AM. Burial Eglington Cemetery. rnDonations to The American Lung Assoc.,1301Pennsylvania Ave. NW, Suite 800, Washington DC 20004 in memory of Paul will be appreciated.rnrnrnI wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. rnrnrn – See more at: https://sweeneyfamilyroom.com/paul-r-redkoles/#sthash.Wpfhrta2.dpuf