Leo G. Wedge

Today our dad, Leo "The Lion" Wedge, finally sailed across the bar.

For those who knew him, they caught a glimpse at a intensely passionate and intelligent man who loved throwing haymakers during street brawls almost as much as he delighted in all night philosophy and poetry discussions.

Our dad was a complex guy who always championed the weak, he always supported the underdog and always made time for those who were otherwise unseen or forgotten, while instinctively questioning and resisting authority at every step.

He spent years driving my sister and I to hundreds of practices, recitals and games, where, with his trademark cigar and orange watch cap, he would invariably stand alone rather than suffer through sideline small talk. Our dad was funny, irreverent, loyal, and independent to a fault.

As he crossed over the bar today, we are all comforted by the knowledge that he loved us fiercely in his own unique way and that his suffering has finally been lifted. He has forever changed our lives, and we are all better because of him. We love you dad. Leo was of Arlington. He passed away on Sept. 19, 2017. Beloved husband of Ginny (Barnaby). Loving father of Lea M. Morrison and her husband William and Brian G. Wedge and his wife Malia all of Mill Valley, CA. Devoted grandfather of Henry S. and Katherine M. Morrison. Also survived by his mother in law and caretaker Nana Barnaby. Leo is predeceased by his parents Maurice and Katherine Wedge and his sister Maura K. Wedge. A memorial will be held at a later date. To send a message of condolence, please visit www.keefefuneralhome.com.



Crossing The Bar (Alfred, Lord Tennyson)

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.