My father passed away last Friday. In his sleep, in his favorite easy chair, at the age of 81.
He lived alone and was gone for three days before his body was found. The super of his apartment complex had noticed his mail piled up and peeked through the window. Called an ambulance, the paramedics pronounced him, the police were called, and then I was called.
As I was closest to his place, on the road coming back from having moved my mom out of the house she'd been in since 1964 into a retirement community, I said I'd go over and see Dad. There he was. Dad had definitely left the building.
I loved him very, very much, and I am pretty much devasted, as old as he was and as gentle as his death was and as much as he drove me insane for most of my life.
The Daily News ran a crappy obituary yesterday, rewriting the good one I'd sent them, but that's life, eh?
http://www.nydailynews.com/07-19-2006/news/local/story/436190p-367514c.html
He taught me to write, always emphasised the value of learning and books, and was a consumate tough guy with a heart of marshmellow. When people tell me I've got a big heart, I always said, "I get it from my Dad."
I asked him once if he liked fat girls.
"Sure," he said.
"And skinny girls, and tall girls, and short girls..."
Anyway, that's it...I thought some of the people I know around here would want to know.
There's more on my blog if you want to see pics and a more detailed account.
The below pic was taken two weeks ago; the last photo of him. I think he looks pretty handsome for an old dude!
Bye!
View attachment Stan on deck 7-2006.jpg
He lived alone and was gone for three days before his body was found. The super of his apartment complex had noticed his mail piled up and peeked through the window. Called an ambulance, the paramedics pronounced him, the police were called, and then I was called.
As I was closest to his place, on the road coming back from having moved my mom out of the house she'd been in since 1964 into a retirement community, I said I'd go over and see Dad. There he was. Dad had definitely left the building.
I loved him very, very much, and I am pretty much devasted, as old as he was and as gentle as his death was and as much as he drove me insane for most of my life.
The Daily News ran a crappy obituary yesterday, rewriting the good one I'd sent them, but that's life, eh?
http://www.nydailynews.com/07-19-2006/news/local/story/436190p-367514c.html
He taught me to write, always emphasised the value of learning and books, and was a consumate tough guy with a heart of marshmellow. When people tell me I've got a big heart, I always said, "I get it from my Dad."
I asked him once if he liked fat girls.
"Sure," he said.
"And skinny girls, and tall girls, and short girls..."
Anyway, that's it...I thought some of the people I know around here would want to know.
There's more on my blog if you want to see pics and a more detailed account.
The below pic was taken two weeks ago; the last photo of him. I think he looks pretty handsome for an old dude!
Bye!
View attachment Stan on deck 7-2006.jpg
