Edward Selim Schiebel was born on August 26, 1956 in Baldwin, NY to Nancy and Ed Schiebel.  Eventually his brother, Matthew was born.  The family finally chose to settle down in Arlington, TX in 1970. He entered Arlington High School and earned a bit of reputation as a wild one, if the stories were to be believed. He loved to tell stories, enough so that they soon transformed into a kind of legend. He graduated, and did everything from trim and fell trees, bartend and manage clubs, to becoming an airplane mechanic and then an unexpected family man at 27. He had 3 children, who he loved with a fierce pride. He instilled in them the desire to push for more, work hard and play even harder. He loved music. There was music for every occasion, and usually the louder, the better. He would open all the windows and doors on the weekends and serenade half the block with everything from Fleetwood Mac to AC/DC to Metallica to Bruce Springsteen to Whitney Houston and Aretha Franklin. Before sporting events there was always a musical pep rally to get everybody hyped and ready to play. Music, in many ways, was constantly flowing through our lives. He raised the 3 of us mostly on his own, with help from his mother and father. He wasn't perfect - who is? But we never, ever doubted his love, his incredibly open heart and willingness to help a friend or someone in need. 

 

He could, and did, talk to anyone. He had a way of connecting and communicating that made people trust him and feel truly heard. He wound up becoming a paralegal, and often because of his willingness to talk and be as stubborn as two mules, he was able to help so many people get the compensation they deserved after injuries. He loved his job, and took great pride in it, and the good he was able to do. 

 

He looked at his children and their various accomplishments with a bone deep joy and sense of expectation of what they could become  His son Ryan's military service and drive to make ever more of himself was a constant source of pride. Victoria was his rock star and he took unbelievable pride in her school work but also her collegiate level scholarship she earned being a fantastic soccer player. His eldest was a different kind of pride, but pride nonetheless. She made a quieter kind of world, building a family and taking care of people, and him, as his health started rapidly declining. 

 

Before he passed, he got to meet his first grandchild, Zane, whom he adored, and he knew that he was going to have a granddaughter whose name was chosen to honor his mother. 

Unfortunately, he was taken by the cancer that we didn't know was festering inside of his body and we didn't realize it until much, much, too late. He passed at his home just before dawn on October 14th, 2015, with his daughters around him, and his son with him in spirit from Houston. He was preceded in death by his mother and father and a still born daughter. He is survived by his children Andrea (and her husband, Mitch and their children Zane and Kathryn,) his son Ryan, and daughter Victoria. If you want to give him a thought or pay an honor to his memory, drink some coffee, play some music at a ridiculously loud volume and go for a cruise on a motorcycle.