- Date Of Death: June 19, 2016
- State: Ohio
PAUL GENDA, JR., 62, passed away tragically on Sunday June 19, 2016 from injuries sustained in a motorcycle accident.
Paul rejoins his mother, Elizabeth Ann Genda, father, Paul Genda Sr., and his brother James Genda. The only thing he loved more than his Harley was his family. He will be immensely missed by his son, Paul Michael (Chantel) Genda, and daughter Lisa Ann Genda, and the mother of his children, Cheryl (Bauder) Genda.
Paul adored his five grandchildren, Kiera and Kieon Johnson, and Tavin, Xavier and MaKenna Genda, who adored their ‘Pop Pop’ just as much.
Paul will be eternally missed by siblings Diana (Dan) Genda Oberdorf, Michael (Barb) Genda, Debbie (Billy) Snodgrass, Danny Genda, Patty Genda, Bobby Genda, Carol (Mike) Martin, and Donald (Dee) Genda, 15 nieces and nephews, 7 great nieces and nephews and lots of extended family and friends, along with his biker family and longtime friend Bonnie Page.
He brought his two loves, his children and his bikes, together with a rag and some polish, keeping his bikes immaculate.
Paul was a very accomplished man who was well known in the city of Akron. As a lifetime resident, he served on the board for the Battered Women’s Shelter and owned and operated Thor’s bar on Main Street for several years. Education meant a lot to him. He received his Master’s Degree in accounting and his law degree from the University of Akron where he was on the Dean’s List. He was also a proud member of Beta Alpha Psi.
He grew up in Hillwood Homes in Akron. He was a member of the Catholic Church and attended Christ the King Elementary. He received his sacrament and first communion at St. Paul’s Parish, where his children also attended school.
Paul made a lasting impression on everyone he met. He will be remembered by his contagious smile and laugh -and of course, his good hair.
“Can you feel the wind in heaven, can you hear me call your name, can you see the tears that fall, this world will never be the same. Can you feel the wind in heaven while the men hold back their tears, leather clad and watery eyes, and know we’d rather have you here. I hope there is a biker heaven and we will meet again someday.
