I'm starting this thread here in hopes that it'll get moved to the Memorium board where it belongs. Tonight I found out that an absolutely wonderful man has died. We technically weren't really related. Back in the 1980's he met and married my grandmother. He was her third husband. In the years since I had come to love him greatly. He never replaced my grandma's second husband who was the only man that I ever knew as a grandfather. Fritz, hubby #3, was a saint. I always said that when he died he would blow down St. Pete and run straight over the Pearly Gates. God would then have Jesus leave His seat beside His Father and God would have Fritz sit beside him for eternity. If this bothers anyone, I humbly and profusely apologize. Fritz put up with my grandmother who was a bigot and racist. My grandmother died just before Easter last year after two strokes. She refused to let Fritz see his daughter even though she(DD) lived diagonally from them.
Fritz lived with his daughter for many months after my grandmother died. A few months ago he fell ill and went into the hospital. The hospital wouldn't let him go back to his DD's house. He went to a rehab place for a week or so, then they moved him to a personal care home. He hated it there. They woke them up at 4:30 am. Last week he went to the hospital for hernia surgery. He went back earlier this week for complications. My Dad said that he died either yesterday or today. He wasn't quite sure since Fritz's DD didn't make herself to clear(either that or my Dad was confused). During the surgery they discovered some sort of Lymphoma cancer. The dr.'s gave him about two weeks. When he went back into the hospital he was pretty much out of it, with only a few moments of clarity. I sent him cookies Fri. 7/28. He did get them on Wed. I don't even know if he got to eat them. My Mom had sent him cookies because he complained about the ones in the personal care home.
I'm sorry I'm going on in this post. I'm crying soooo hard. I have noone to talk to, noone to console me. Fritz was 93 years old. Rest In Peace. I love you!!
Fritz lived with his daughter for many months after my grandmother died. A few months ago he fell ill and went into the hospital. The hospital wouldn't let him go back to his DD's house. He went to a rehab place for a week or so, then they moved him to a personal care home. He hated it there. They woke them up at 4:30 am. Last week he went to the hospital for hernia surgery. He went back earlier this week for complications. My Dad said that he died either yesterday or today. He wasn't quite sure since Fritz's DD didn't make herself to clear(either that or my Dad was confused). During the surgery they discovered some sort of Lymphoma cancer. The dr.'s gave him about two weeks. When he went back into the hospital he was pretty much out of it, with only a few moments of clarity. I sent him cookies Fri. 7/28. He did get them on Wed. I don't even know if he got to eat them. My Mom had sent him cookies because he complained about the ones in the personal care home.
I'm sorry I'm going on in this post. I'm crying soooo hard. I have noone to talk to, noone to console me. Fritz was 93 years old. Rest In Peace. I love you!!
