The Last Three Years
We all thought the end had come in August 2010. Dad suffered a massive heart attack while undergoing a procedure for his terrible back pain Shortly thereafter, he had a stroke. He remained in the hospital and in a rehabilitation facility for a month, but finally came home in September 2010. His cardiologist and internist both told us it was just a miracle Dad had survived this long. The stroke caused terrible headaches and an impairment of his vision. It also prevented him from balancing. The once vibrant and sturdy 83 year old, was now using a walker and was always dizzy.
But the real damage was done to Dad’s heart. Eighty percent of the muscle was dead and despite our hopes for a medical or surgical cure, there was really nothing to be done. In early October, the cardiologist called Mark to say that the children should visit very soon-Dad might not live another week.
But Dad was just not ready.
The doctors told him that the only way to improve was by exercising the 20% of the heart that remained. Dad was never one for planned exercise, but even he could see that with physical therapy—even modest exercise, materially improved his condition. It helped that the physical therapist also served bagels from his favorite bagel place.
Dad did not exactly thrive, but he lived for more than three years after that fateful phone call to come to Florida as soon as possible. Mom and Dad travelled to Santa Monica three times to celebrate birthdays with his great granddaughter Illa Grace, the birth and bris of his great grandson Calder, Aunt Alice’s 90th birthday party, and many other mitzvahs.
During the extra time, Dad shared the graduations of Nick and Melanie from college and high school, Peter's decision to be a lawyer (Dad always knew he would be someday), Marc Kamin's wedding, Ben's engagement to Jess, Mom's 85th birthday, Mark and Eric's 60th birthday, Faith and Barry's move to Virginia, Eric and Carole Ann's new house in Norfolk, Cory's Millie, Illa's kindergarden and so much more. He also shared with Mark the good news that Mark's cancer was shrinking.
Dad visited Norfolk to see Eric and Carole Ann’s new home and spend some quality time with them. They met new friends, were invited to a lovely Seder at the home of a VSO Board member and enjoyed visits by Mark and Ellen, and Elaine and Alice.
We all spent extra memorable days with Dad and Mom in Florida. We took Dad to the beach, Doc’s for onion rings and French fries, Tony Wu’s for a nice Long Island duck, among many other places. Dad and Mark had their hair cut by Larry (for just $10), the local barber about every 2 months, explored several Chinese and seafood restaurants to find the perfect, cheap lobster and tried out numerous kinds of ice cream at both Publix and various ice cream shops.
And during his last week, we found both the best lobster and the best ice cream.
Dad seemed to rally whenever he had a visitor, whether local or long distance, and just like when he was healthy, when Dad rallied you needed a good deal of time to hear all that Dad had to say. He had a lot on his mind during the last 3 years, including stories about his childhood we had never before heard and Polish and Yiddish songs he had never before sung. It was wonderful to have him, even with only 20% of a heart. In our opinion, Dad’s 20% easily outpaced in love, affection and simple decency, people whose hearts were operating at 100%. Perhaps it was a zeal for life born in the witnessing of so much death. Or maybe it was just that Dad had more to do, more to say and many more hugs and kisses to give, before he finally joined his family. Whatever the cause, the doctors marveled at Dad’s will to live. It was no surprise to us!
Mom and Dad came to California in November 2013 for birthday parties for the oldest member of the family—Aunt Alice, and the youngest—Illa and Calder. The trip was difficult for him and it was clear to his children that Dad was declining. He wasn’t too interested in exercising and he didn’t even complain about the food at the independent living hotel Mom and Dad booked. That should have been a giveaway.
Mom did not complain about the extra stress Dad was causing; there were more doctor visits, of course. But the real stress was the fear that Dad really could die from any number of things—his diabetes, the extra oxygen he needed, another stroke and more probably, the failing heart. When Mark and Ellen visited Florida a few days before Dad passed away, they reported both a decline in Dad’s physical and mental health. Still, during that last weekend, Dad wanted to have lobster, visit the ocean and have a big double scoop of Kilwin’s ice cream (saving one of them for Mom).
On the morning of January 26, Dad couldn’t get out of bed by himself, but when he stubbornly tried, Dad fell. Mom couldn’t lift him and Mom called their wonderful next door neighbor Nino to help. A little bit later Dad asked Mom to call 911—he never wanted paramedics; he never wanted to go to the hospital. Mom was worried. Murray, Dad’s log time friend from Bayreuth, rushed to the hospital. The EMTs reported that Dad’s heart stopped in the ambulance but they revived him. By the time they arrived at the emergency room, Dad seemed alert and comfortable. He was talking (and kidding) with Mom and doctors. Mom was told by the emergency room nurse that there was a small kidney problem, but that Dad would be okay. That is what she reported to Mark. Dad even felt well enough to ask Mom to go buy some donuts, which she did.
While picking up the donuts Mom received a call from the hospital that Dad had taken several turns for the worse. His heart had stopped a few more times but he was revived by standard CPR. She immediately rushed back to the hospital to be at Dad’s side. The cardiologist, who also rushed to the hospital, told Mom that there really wasn’t anything more to do. The cardiologist repeated the same message to Mark when they spoke by phone from the emergency room. “Let your father go; he deserves peace.”
By now Eric was on his way from Norfolk and Mom so wanted Dad to remain alive until Eric arrived. That was not to be. Shortly after 5 pm, Florida time, Dad passed away. He was finally resting peacefully.