Daniel Gerard Daly

To most he was “Dan The Music Man”. To us Daniel Gerard Daly was a devoted husband, a loving father, and the grandest “Fa"ther. Dan was born January 29, 1961, to Jack and Mary (Kelly) Daly. He married the love of his life, Tami, August 30, 1992. Dan was a beyond talented musician. Most days you’d find him with a guitar in his hands or sitting at the piano. There wasn’t an instrument he couldn’t play; his latest accomplishment was the bagpipes. It seemed he could build anything with his own hands. From simple wooden toys to his own home. He was a patient father; I guess he had to be to homeschool his four children. Part of their curriculum was actually going along to wherever he was playing music that week. Dan was a loving and thoughtful husband; bringing Tami fresh flowers (or pretty weeds depending who you ask) he’d picked from around the farm. Often those flowers came from his own gardens. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t make grow; or salvage when one of his less green thumbed kids nearly kills the potted plants (even when he knew one of them was taking the aloe for the gel). Dan was a God fearing man. He had spent many of his years in family, bluegrass, gospel and worship bands. Weekly Dan could be found meeting a group from his church to play and sing at local nursing homes. Think he’s wonderful now? You should have seen him with his grandchildren. “Fa” never could tell them no.

It is because of his love, lessons, talents, and witty banter that we’ll miss him here on Earth. Dan will forever live on in the hearts of his beautiful wife Tami (Oberley) Daly; children: Andrew, Breannah (Jonathon), Maura (Eric), and Eric (Abby); grandchildren: Owen, Mckinleigh, Corbin, Alayna, Matthew, Mabel, Micah, Magnolia, and Conner; His siblings: Joe, Mary, Tom (Connie), Mike (Sherri), Jim (Maggie), Bill, Theresa aka “Charles” (Ron), and Martha aka “Moakie” (Marty); and more nieces and nephews than he could count. Along with his many friends who will cherish their memories with Dan as much as we will.

I just know Dan’s up there driving down those streets of gold at 40mph with nowhere to go and the wind blowing through his hair.

As Dan would always sing: “When I die, don’t you bury me in some box in some cold dark cemetery. Out in the garden would be so much better, where I can be pushin’ up homegrown tomaters”. So to honor those wishes there will be no viewing or funeral. Dan will be cremated and a celebration of life will follow on Sunday, November 22, at 2:11 p.m. at the First Wesleyan Church in Chillicothe, Ohio. To anyone who’s ever played with Dan before, …let’s send him off with one more jam. … bring your instruments and voices… join right in with us… Psalms 100:1-2…