William J. Preston, III

(April 26, 1940 - October 4, 2013)

Although Bill had a big stature, it was always dwarfed by the size of his heart. If he found out someone was in need, he always found a way to fix the problem. If you didn’t have a roof over your head he’d provide one, if you couldn’t afford Christmas gifts for your family he’d secretly provide them and if he heard you were having car troubles you might have just found him in your driveway. He loved flea markets, yard sales and come trash day he found hidden gems on every street. Even when something was broken, he could either fix it or salvage parts to fix one of his many other projects. It was fitting then, that when he served in the US Navy, he was a member of the Seabees and he worked for many years for IBEW 351. But, his true passion was his family. From the days when he took his kids on long Sunday drives, which always ended with ice cream to when he endlessly spoiled his grandchildren and great-grandchildren, nothing made him happier.
Bill is survived by his wife of 49 years, Linda (nee Houghton) of Delanco, his children: Wendy J. Preston of Delanco, Sandra J. Preston of Riverside, William J. Preston, IV (Karen M.) of New Egypt and Jonathan W. Preston of Delanco, his grandchildren: William, Denise, John and Joseph and his great-grandchildren: Isabella, Jayce and Elizabeth. He is also the brother of Josephine Coffield, John Preston (Janet), James Preston and the late Viola Preston.
Come celebrate Bill’s 73 wonderful years (April 26, 1940-Oct. 4, 2013) Tuesday from 9 AM at the Sweeney Funeral Home, 337 Bridgeboro St. Riverside, NJ 08075 where the service will be at 11. Interment in BGWD Veterans Cemetery, Arneytown. In lieu of flowers memorial gifts may be made to Samaritan Hospice 5 Eves Dr., Suite 300, Marlton, NJ 08053.

4 thoughts on “William J. Preston, III

  1. Debbie (Meyerdierks) Burton

    They say first impressions are everything. I met Mr. Preston in 1986 and was ready to run for the door after seeing his serious looks and burly arms. Then he stuck his thumbs in his overalls and said if I was there to work on the roof then I better be stronger than I looked….said with that devilish look in his eyes, of course. He loved his family and he will be looking down on them all now from that big workbench in the sky.

    Preston family, when sadness fills your heart, remember something. A flower blooms and brings us joy. Although it protects itself with thorns, we get to breathe its sweet scent and sigh at its beauty. Eventually the petals fall and the flower dies but the joy and love it brought to us can never be taken away. As a family, you laughed and cried together. But you all shared that special bond with him that can never be taken away – he will always be alive in your hearts.

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