My Father passed last night. He was 93, born on August 8, 1919

He had been ill for a while now, but until this past February, he was able to live at home with a minimal amount of assistance. Then he fell and was in and out of the hospital and nursing homes for a few months, developing infections, etc., and in May I moved in with him (with all my cats) until October when we moved him into assisted living as he needed more care than I could provide. He had congestive heart failure, multiple myeloma (a blood cancer like leukemia) and Alzheimer’s. At his new home he was pretty good for a couple months, but right after Thanksgiving he started having pain in his back, and with medication we could control it, but he was noticeably getting weaker daily. I believe he decided it was time to go this past Thursday, so he didn’t linger, and I’m grateful the end was peaceful.



The above is a photo of my parents when they were courting, back when you called it that. They were married for 57 years before she passed in 2004. My father had a very good outlook, and he eventually got a girlfriend about 3 years afterwards. He liked going out, dancing and traveling, and he was lucky he found someone to share his time with.

He was a life-long Democrat and union member, WWII veteran, loving father and husband. Whenever he was in the hospital the nurses would comment about how glad they had him as a patient because he was so pleasant and never complained. Below is a photo of my sister and I with him with what must be my first Easter…it was the earliest photo I could find of him with me. The second photo is him on his 90th birthday on our cruise to Alaska.