Paul Ford

Paul Ford, age 70 of Pickerington, died April 26th, 2016 at his residence. He was born on August 4th, 1945 to the late, Clarence and Ruth Ford in Pickerington. He retired after 35 years at Western Electric which became Lucent Technologies. He was a member of the Peace United Methodist Church, the historical Society, and was a Sports Photographer for local newspapers. Paul will be greatly missed.

He is survived by his wife, Joyce Ford of Pickerington; son, John (Anita) Ford of Pickerington; step-children, Chris (Bryn) Johnson and Holly (Jerry) Carpenter of Lancaster; granddaughter, Rebecca Johnson; grandson, David Wheeler; and sister, Barb (Don) Gehlbach of Upper Arlington; and sister-in-law, Dorothy Ford of Pickerington.

Paul was preceded in death by his son, Jim Ford; brother, James Ford; and parents.

The family would like to give two organizations special thanks, Mt. Carmel Hospice and the Violet Township Fire Department for all the help, care, and concern they gave to Paul.

Arrangements are being handled through the FRANK E. SMITH FUNERAL HOME and Caring Cremation ™ has taken place. A memorial service, officiated by Jerry Carpenter will take place on Wednesday May 4th, at 2PM at the Dwayne R. Spence Funeral Home, 550 Hill Rd. Pickerington, OH 43147. Family and friends may call at the Dwayne R. Spence Funeral Home, 2 hours prior to the service on Wednesday. Online condolences can be made at www.funeralhome.com

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

He speaks and the sound of His voice is so sweet
The birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known

I stay in the garden with Him
Though the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go, through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known