After a series of emergencies, my father died earlier this month. He was 92. He outlived Hitler by 74 years.
At the nursing home, before he stopped speaking, he would shout from his wheelchair, “Get me out of here!” and “Don’t leave me here!” I thought he was shouting at the staff or at me or my sister. Later I realized he was shouting at God.
At the temple, in my eulogy, I spoke about a homerun he once hit. That’s what a father wants to do in front of his young children.
At the cemetery, we had a bugler, a flag, family, and sunshine.
Here’s the obituary. Once again, I’m asking for donations to a hard-working animal shelter in a little town in Massachusetts. Remember, animal shelters don’t just save animals. They save people, too.
Goodbye, Dad.
Run-DMSteve 