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 
Steve – What a handsome dude in that uniform! I’m so sorry about all those emergencies, grateful that your dad’s struggles are over – r.i.p., Irving. I wish I’d heard your eulogy.
Steve,
I’m so sorry to hear about your dad. After reading some of your posts, I felt like I knew him just a little. May his memory be a blessing.
~Nancy and Don
I am so sorry. I feel honored that I got to hear some of their stories when we would take a walk during lunch hour to get out of that place. Big hugs to your whole family. You both are so welcome to come visit. Thinking of you Steve.
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My deepest sympathies to you, your mother and sister, Steve.
(He outlived Hitler by 74 years – and I’m sure will be remembered with Love not Hate)