Eugene Barry Wyche (affectionately known as just "Barry") came into this world on September 8, 1953. He was the first born of five children from the union of the late Eugene "Beanie" and Doris Wyche. He was preceded in death by two older siblings, Leonard Odell English and Carla Jean Wade.

Barry attended First Baptist Church of Baltimore City and was baptized at a young age. He shared with his grandkids how he loved to sing on his youth choir when he was their age and every now and then you would catch him around the house singing his favorite hymn, "Holy, Holy, Holy".

He was educated in the Baltimore City school system, graduating from Baltimore City College in 1971 and there was nothing you could tell him about his beloved "City", especially if you attended Poly. After graduation, he volunteered to proudly serve his country with a tour in the Marine Corps. While overseas, he'd often write letters to his sisters Sylvia and Tracy who were thrilled to recieve them, once they could decipher his pitiful handwriting. Though he often joked about the Marine Corps being "NUTS", he never once hesitated to exuberantly shout "Semper Fi!! Always faithful, always loyal".

Upon an honorable discharge from the Marine Corps, Barry worked as a substance abuse Program Counselor at Project Plase for two years. He then received the opportunity for a federal job with the US Postal Service as a mail sorter. By 1980 he accepted a materials handler position with the US Army Publications Distribution Center, Middle River, a job he adored, serving also as the Chief Union Steward and receiving numerous excellence of service awards. He continued to work there for 16 years until its closure in 1996. At the Pub Center is also where he met and fell head over heels in love with who he would call his soul mate, Dollree Peterson and they were married in 1995.

Directly from the Pub Center, he began a new career with the U.S. Army Corp of Engineers as a drill rig operator. It was no secret this was not a favorite job as it often kept him traveling and away from family and he didn't hesitate to let anyone who would listen know how he felt about the COE.

But in 2001 he found his place as a materials handler at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing, Wash DC. "From the C-O-E to the B-E-P Chocolate City" he'd say and always looked forward to going to work. He would forge lifelong friendships with his co-workers, and felt everyday was a blessing.

Finally, in 2016, after a lustrous 42 year federal career, he retired as a civil servant.

Barry's favorite past time was reading. He read any and everything he could, but first always started his day off every morning with the Washington Post and Baltimore Sun. More often than not, you could find him reading more than one book at a time, with historical books being his favorite. Barry was an avid history buff, who at a moments' notice, could recall any historical event and date and engage you in a conversation where afterwards you felt like you really learned something.

At 7:00 you could find him in front of the TV watching his favorite show Jeopardy where He always seemed to guess the final jeopardy question correctly. Sometimes you didn't want to play with him because he would belt out the question before you even had a chance to finish reading the answer, but he would always tell you good job when he let you get in an answer too.

He also loved to play cards, and had a field's day with a good game of spades or pinochle, talking boo coo trash as he slammed the cards to the table ( or to his forehead) with a loud "You can't handle this! Bring it or go home!!"

But those who know him can tell you his life revolved around family.

Barry was the most loving, devoted, "funtastic': and awesome husband, father, grandfather (Pots), big brother, uncle, son-in-law and friend. There was nothing he wouldn't do for you. He loved to tell the story of how while they were all in Heaven, God asked him to pick out who he wanted to be his siblings and he chose Allen, Daniel, Sylvia, and Tracy. And they remained very close-knit until his passing.

Barry leaves to cherish fond memories: his loving wife, Dollree; three daughters, Melanie, Nicole, and Terri; four grandchildren Aaron, Christopher, Destiny and Abigayle; brothers, Arthur Allen Wyche (Roxie) and Daniel Wyche (Rita); sisters Sylvia Wyche, Tracy Burris (Michael) and Regina Garvin; one special mother-in-law Margaret Jones; sisters-in-law Donna Murray (James) and Dana Jones-Hines; the weekly Sunday football crew, Aunt Annette Lewis and Ricky Glenn (Yolie) of San Antonio TX; thirteen nieces and nephews, eighteen great nieces and nephews and a host of other relatives and friends.