In Memory of Sheldon Fredrick
January 18, 1968 – May 15, 2019
Beloved son of Margaret Heulitt and Sheldon F. Heulitt, Sr. peacefully entered eternal rest on Wednesday, May 15, 2019. Sheldon is also survived by his devoted sister Jennifer and his three children, Haley, Matthew and Elizabeth whom he loved with all his heart.
Sheldon touched so many people’s lives and will be remembered for his kind spirit, his gentle soul, his wit and humor, and his trusting nature. There were many wonderful aspects of Sheldon’s life, and the
many ways that he touched our lives. He will always be remembered as a beautiful son, wonderful brother, a great father, a great friend, a fun loving uncle, cousin, sports fan, hard worker, dedicated employee and team member, a friendly stranger, an animal lover. In all these ways and more our lives became richer and fuller. Now that he has passed away we are left with broken hearts, confusion and sadness, he will live on in our memories, stories and who we have become because of him.
Sheldon grew up in Wall Township, NJ. He enjoyed Auto Racing, Music, the NY Giants, NJ Devils and NY Mets. Sheldon was an avid animal lover in lieu of flowers please consider making a donation in his name
to the Humane Society: https://www.humanesociety.org/kindredspirits
Memorial Service for Friends & Family will be held: Friday June 7, 2019 6:00pm-9:00pm
O’Brien Funeral Home 2028 NJ-35, Wall Township, NJ. 07719
Private Interment ceremony for immediate family is planned
A poem is being shared as we remember Sheldon with love: The House by the Side of the Road’ - A poem by Sam Walter Fross
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat
Nor hurl the cynic’s ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish – so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynic’s ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.