This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Theodore Foster Jr., 69, born on January 11, 1946 and passed away on July 9, 2015. We will remember him forever.
A memorial service will be held at Lincoln Heights Church, 2121 E Lincoln Drive, Phoenix at 5:30 p.m. on July 14th. Pastor Tony Cruz will officiate the service.
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Leave a tributeToday I thought of all the birthdays we spent working together. And how we would celebrate by buying each other Mexican food for lunch, which usually turned into a 45-minute lesson on life. Those memories won't fade.
Miss you my friend, Happy Birthday.
-Jon
Until we meet again in heaven
Love you.
So, on to the 2020 year and it’s crazy . As the new year dawned the world went from celebrating a new decade and the wonderful things that would happen to being essentially put under house arrest while the world lists jobs and loved ones. This we can all thank to our new buddy the novel coronavirus. This nice new virus decided to leave its home in Asia and travel the world infecting everyone. We have new been in a state of emergency for this pandemic for about 5 months. Thank you new decade. We are learning to wear masks anytime we are in public. The kids will have to wear masks at school and we are constantly praying that the hospital system doesn’t get overrun as we try to reopen society. This balance of trying to save lives from the virus and keep things closed with trying to save lives of people more affected by the closures that are taking drastic measures is exhausting. Jason struggle daily with how much to be out and what to let our kids do, not so much for their safety, but because we do not want to accidentally give someone else the virus. Our kids have had to learn that they need to not hug, touch, or high-five people. They have to water a mask in public and not touch their faces or other surfaces. I can just say it’s been hard and much of 2020 so far sucks.
On a happier note, Liam is turning 10 in 11 days. I’m not sure how it happened so fast. He is a great kid. Loves people and will talk to whoever will listen. He loves baseball, soccer, basketball and pretty much anything outside.
Adrian is still our child of passion. He feels his emotions very strongly and can be very hard at times, but he can also be one of the most loving and empathetic kids I know. He wants to do everything Liam does and will try out anything.
Aria, is a fiery redhead. She has her two brothers she is trying to keep up with, but isn’t as wild as them. She loves babies but she will stand up for herself. Example, she got tired of a kid yelling at her at school so she hit him with her shoe.
I love you and miss you Dad.
Miss you a ton on days like this.
Another year gone by so fast. I have thought about you more the last 2 days as I drive a truck across the county and it reminded me of so many of these trips we took together either buying a truck or moving someone. I wish you could have been here on this one but I know you were watching to make sure I made it safely. Until we can take another trip together I will always remember those. Miss you and love you.
I have a sad soul this day every year.
Happy birthday my friend.
This last year had some difficult questions and decisions to be made and I would always be left wanting your advice and wondering what you would say. I made the best decision I thought and hope they would be the correct ones. I still catch myself asking you questions and looking for answers. Miss you everyday.
I love you dad.
I love you always!!
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Some early memories from Frank Hamisch
Bro-in-law was a piece of work.
Frist met him in the 1967 or so when I married his big sister. He was the skinny kid in the back row of my groomsmen.
A couple of years later, after he did the Army OCS thing but was smarter than I was and did Signal Corps, not INFANTRY as I did, he journeyed to Washington and ML and I rode back to Golden in the tiny yellow VW Bug. A trip of fear and TERROR, last car past the closure of the interstae west if Cheyanne, floating across a snow drift south of Cheyenne, driving NONSTOP from western Washington to Golden. This taught me to NEVER take a long trip in the car with TED - HE NEVER STOPPED EXCEPT FOR GAS!
Later, having dinner in his new house on Ford Street in Golden that I lived in the basement of during my 1st tenure at Colorado Mines.
Duck hunting on the Platte River and when we actually killed a duck, him stripping down to retrieve the floating deader on the river. Later cleaning these ducks on Ford Street and discovering they had been eating dead fish maggots from the river; Pitched the ducks and never have eaten duck meat since. Yuuuch.
Great memories that thinned out when ML and I left Golden, and even later when Ted moved to Phoenix. Not as much contact in the later years, but truly a bro-in-law to remember.
A dinner in Long Beach, CA after a Sara softball game when she first ate lobster, live from the tank - and Ted and I made squealing lobster noises as they boiled the live lobsters.
All in all, a man and a brother-in law to be missed. Ted you brightened my life.
Frank Hamisch
Helen, Sara, Tyrel, Wendy and Theodore -
Ted was a wonderful brother - he was warm, caring and considerate and so so very happy to have you all as his family. He loved each of you deeply.
He was a man with a mind of his own, but was comfortable in his own skin - I'm sure he had regrets for some things he did not get done, but pleae try to remember all the positive things he did for each of you. He lived his life the way he wanted and it just ended a bit too soon. He would not have liked being ill or having to slow down.
I will miss him deeply as well and especially miss my annual birthday phone call. He woould have done anything for us, as he did so many things for each of you.
God will hold all of you in his loving hands, HE will watch over you in the difficult days ahead and Ted will be right there beside HIM. Both ready to "coach" you through the rest of your lives. LISTEN CLOSELY.
Love your memories,
Love your futures and
Love my brother always.
God's peace be with you and,
Love always,
Mary Lee