ForeverMissed
Feridun Doslu was born October 18, 1930 to Hasan and Hacer Dosluoglu of Mudanya, Turkey. He is survived by his loving wife, Louise of 58 years, daughter Peri, son Kurt (Lisa) and grandchild Aya, sisters Behire Karakurum and Aysel Ertay, brother Yuksel Bozkaya . His brother Zeki Dosluoglu died 7/10/2019. He leaves behind many nieces and nephews as well as their children, all of whom he loved dearly. 

Due to Covid we will not be having a public memorial service. Please feel free to utilize this page and keep Ferid’s memory bright through sharing memories, stories, jokes, and music.
Posted by Jan Enns on December 30, 2020
I have procrastinated in writing this as it is so final and I don’t want to think about not seeing our friend, Ferid’s, smiling face. He always had a big, dimpled smile or made a funny comment, anything to make you smile, too. Years ago when we first met him and I said my name was “Jan” he either heard it as “Jane” or was just making a quick association, he said “me Tarzan”. Thereafter nearly every time he saw me he would say “you Jane, me Tarzan” and I couldn’t help but smile!
Ferid was always concerned about others and was quick to help anyone who needed it. Phil would sometimes see him at the swimming pool, always impressed by his stamina and determination. Ferid’s sweet tooth rivaled that of Phil’s and I loved sharing my homemade goodies with him. The last time was on his birthday when I gave him a box of homemade turtle candies and couldn’t help but suggest he share them with Louise, Peri and Kurt!
Given his exercise regimen and care he seemed to take of himself I expected he would outlast many of us. Never thought he would leave us all this soon. He was loved by his large family and many friends, is greatly missed and certainly leaves a hole in our hearts.
Jan and Phil
Posted by Sinan Ertay on December 28, 2020
I am one of the nephews of Louise and Feridun on the other side of the world. Before smart phones, cheap internet and efficient communication apps, they were as our relatives on the moon. Thanks to my visit of around one month in 1991 to their mystic house in the forest where you can watch a thunderstorm in a huge silence just behind thick glass walls of meters of height, I had the chance to recognize the intellectual, artistic and peaceful world of Louise and Feridun (Peri and Kurt were already on their ways in other cities, I remember more things about Peri, but the only memory I remember with Kurt was a big family lunch in Turkey, that we all, his hungry relatives finished our meals about in ten minutes and he was still cutting a green pepper into very small pieces on his rice).
The portrait of Feridun Dayi: a smiling face with genious glances behind thick frame glasses as saying, "My friend, I already discovered the key of life, whatever you do, whatever you tell, I love you and I am so happy to be with you at the moment, BUT, if you make me surprise however, I am ready to take my hat off." 
By looking for the answers of his questions, mainly based on "being a correct human being" and "satisfaction of intelligence" (I guess), he did a long mental, emotional and physical journey in his life.
He is watching us from the moon with his smiling face and waiting for the development of communication tools to send us the messages about his long journey.
Remember with love, keeps the souls happy.
With my deep love and beautiful memories...
Posted by Taner Dosluoglu on December 26, 2020
Sevgili Louise,Peri,Kurt,
Hepinize başsağlığı diliyorum. Hayatımın ikinci şokunu çok sevdiğim Feridun ağabeyimi kaybettiğim gün yaşadım. Son görüşmemizde Zeki'yi rüyasında gördüğünü anlatmıştı. Louis ve Peri Ağabeyi son defa görmemi sağladılar.Abi  abi... dedim .Fakat kaybettik. Sevgili eşim, kardeşi Zeki'nin kaybından sonra bana çok büyük destek ve moral verdi. Beni her hafta arıyordu. Feridun abi sevgi dolu idi. Ailesini, akrabalarını ,arkadaşlarını, tabiatı herşeyi çok severdi.    Nûrlar içinde yatsın. Mekanı Cennet olsun. 
Nebahat Döşlüoğlu
Posted by Taner Dosluoglu on December 26, 2020
Dearest Louise, Peri, Kurt,
In all my memories of Feridun Amca, he is smiling with the expression of a proud father and a loving husband. He was a great uncle and I am filled with great sadness at this moment. Then I think of what Kurt said about my Dad and Feridun Amca hugging each other and I smile again. He was incredibly sincere and funny and that is how I will remember him. 
We are deeply saddened and send you all our deepest love.
Mekani Cennet Olsun (May his resting place be heaven).
Taner and Suna
Posted by MaryGrace Carpenter on December 23, 2020
Dear Louise,
Ferid, knowing I was Catholic always said, “Say a prayer for me, Grace.”
So on the morning of his passing into eternal life I prayed my
“Song of the Angels” for him...
May songs of the Angels welcome you and guide you along your way.
May the smiles of the martyrs greet your own as darkness turns to day.
Every fear will be undone and death will be no more,
As songs of the Angels bring you home before the face of God.



Posted by burçin bozkaya on December 23, 2020
My dear Feridun Agabey,
May angels be your companion in your journey, and heaven be your home. You will hold a special place in the hearts of everyone you touched in this world. I will always remember you with love and respect. Rest in peace in heavenly lights.

Neşide Bozkaya
Posted by burçin bozkaya on December 23, 2020
My dear older brother,
I'm so sorry for your sudden death.
I can not accept your early death.
You left sorrow in our hearts and you too moved on
To high heavens, the homeland of my God.

All the kind things you did as a brother,
I, as your brother Yüksel, have not forgotten
And will forever remember them
Rest in the light, in God's grace

May your soul rest in peace, your place be heaven,
Your beautiful soul rise with grace of God.
The good things you have done will always be known
In the beautiful souls of those who love you ...

Written by Yüksel Bozkaya
Translated by Tolga Bozkaya
Posted by Ian Samson on December 22, 2020
Dear Louise,
I was so sad to learn that Ferid had passed. He was so courageous to have kept his condition from his friends so as not to disconcert them. His love for nature shone through and was with him until the end. Two weeks before he died, he tried to contact me for information on planting Milkweed to provide sustenance for Monarch butterflies. I so regret that while we played phone tag, I was unable to reach him.
I have such fond memories of Ferid. He welcomed me into his circle of friends, which became the foundation of my Village's social experience. Events and outings with Ferid were always fun, especially his penchant for slyly digging my ribs and whispering, "Time to go."
We had many philosophical discussions about religion and the meaning of existence. He was a spiritual being who believed in a creator and an afterlife.
And so, Peggy Moore joins me in saying:
“Allah rahmet ve huzur içinde yatsın”
And to Louise and your family, we offer you our love and condolence.

Posted by Özgen Eryasa on December 21, 2020
Dear Louise,
  I have very very fond memories of Feridun Ağabey from my childhood onward. He was like an uncle to me and I used to look up to him when we were in Turkey, and the few times we met in Montreal. Please accept my sincere condolences and also relay them to Peri and Kurt.
  He was a good man, a very good man... may you find peace in remembering him laughing and making others laugh with his unique sense of humour, that's certainly how I want to remember him.

Özgen
Papineauville, Quebec, Canada

Posted by Senel Dikici on December 20, 2020
Dear Louise, Thank you for this beautiful memory tribute for Feridun Agabey. It is quite touching. We will always remember his kind, sincere, caring and sharing personality. He was a good ‘brother’ to me and a great uncle to my children. God rest his sole. Ruhu sad olsun. Please take good care of yourself and your family. Love, Senel
Posted by tolga bozkaya on December 20, 2020
Dear Aunt Louise, Peri and Kurt,
As I recall my memories of Uncle Feridun since his passing I realized that I always remember my uncle smiling and being jolly. He will always have a special place in our hearts and we will miss him very much.
Love,
Tolga
Posted by Haldun Dosluoglu on December 20, 2020
Dear Aunt Louise, Peri and Kurt,
We are very sad to lose our dearest uncle Feridun unexpectedly, and will always remember him with the fondest memories, and his smiling face. Although he was our "American Uncle", he was always the uniting and cohesive force in the family. I hope that we can have a proper memorial service at some time as he always facilitated family reunions both in the US and Turkey.
I found some very old pictures that I will add.
Our love and kisses from me, Mine, Deniz and Ates.
Posted by Art Gardner on December 20, 2020
Louise, I will always remember the warm and gracious welcome you and Ferid gave me on Christmas Day a few years back. Conversations in the living room with Ferid's gentle smile and spirit, off to the movies, and then dinner at the Chinese restaurant. It is a beautiful memory and one that I will always treasure.
Posted by Caryn Glasky on December 19, 2020
Dear Louise,
Ferid was such a dear friend. We were so fortunate to share wonderful memories: Sunset picnics, vacations, special birthdays, interesting bridge games, lobster dinners, and just “hanging out!” We miss him already, but smile when we think of him. We love you .
Sanford & Caryn
Posted by Richard and Mila Susskind on December 19, 2020
Louise, Mila and I feel lucky that we met you and Ferid here in Coronado so many years ago. Playing golf with him and Warren was the highlight of my golfing career. Ferid was always cheerful and a good friend. He will be sorely missed. Our love to you. We hope to see you soon.
Posted by William Tilley on December 19, 2020
We think about you and Ferid and the wonderful times we had when we got together. Great memories and I enjoyed Ferid’s dry sense of humor. I think about the times we golfed and did our bluebird runs. Stay strong. Love Bill and Kathy
Posted by Diane and Kal Levin on December 19, 2020
Louise,
We were deeply touched seeing photos of Ferid from his youth to adulthood, and up through his years of retirement.
We were honored to be part of his life. He meant so much to us. We will miss him very much.

Thank you for sharing these family photos. 
You and Ferid have a beautiful family. 

With love and caring,

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Recent Tributes
Posted by Jan Enns on December 30, 2020
I have procrastinated in writing this as it is so final and I don’t want to think about not seeing our friend, Ferid’s, smiling face. He always had a big, dimpled smile or made a funny comment, anything to make you smile, too. Years ago when we first met him and I said my name was “Jan” he either heard it as “Jane” or was just making a quick association, he said “me Tarzan”. Thereafter nearly every time he saw me he would say “you Jane, me Tarzan” and I couldn’t help but smile!
Ferid was always concerned about others and was quick to help anyone who needed it. Phil would sometimes see him at the swimming pool, always impressed by his stamina and determination. Ferid’s sweet tooth rivaled that of Phil’s and I loved sharing my homemade goodies with him. The last time was on his birthday when I gave him a box of homemade turtle candies and couldn’t help but suggest he share them with Louise, Peri and Kurt!
Given his exercise regimen and care he seemed to take of himself I expected he would outlast many of us. Never thought he would leave us all this soon. He was loved by his large family and many friends, is greatly missed and certainly leaves a hole in our hearts.
Jan and Phil
Posted by Sinan Ertay on December 28, 2020
I am one of the nephews of Louise and Feridun on the other side of the world. Before smart phones, cheap internet and efficient communication apps, they were as our relatives on the moon. Thanks to my visit of around one month in 1991 to their mystic house in the forest where you can watch a thunderstorm in a huge silence just behind thick glass walls of meters of height, I had the chance to recognize the intellectual, artistic and peaceful world of Louise and Feridun (Peri and Kurt were already on their ways in other cities, I remember more things about Peri, but the only memory I remember with Kurt was a big family lunch in Turkey, that we all, his hungry relatives finished our meals about in ten minutes and he was still cutting a green pepper into very small pieces on his rice).
The portrait of Feridun Dayi: a smiling face with genious glances behind thick frame glasses as saying, "My friend, I already discovered the key of life, whatever you do, whatever you tell, I love you and I am so happy to be with you at the moment, BUT, if you make me surprise however, I am ready to take my hat off." 
By looking for the answers of his questions, mainly based on "being a correct human being" and "satisfaction of intelligence" (I guess), he did a long mental, emotional and physical journey in his life.
He is watching us from the moon with his smiling face and waiting for the development of communication tools to send us the messages about his long journey.
Remember with love, keeps the souls happy.
With my deep love and beautiful memories...
Posted by Taner Dosluoglu on December 26, 2020
Sevgili Louise,Peri,Kurt,
Hepinize başsağlığı diliyorum. Hayatımın ikinci şokunu çok sevdiğim Feridun ağabeyimi kaybettiğim gün yaşadım. Son görüşmemizde Zeki'yi rüyasında gördüğünü anlatmıştı. Louis ve Peri Ağabeyi son defa görmemi sağladılar.Abi  abi... dedim .Fakat kaybettik. Sevgili eşim, kardeşi Zeki'nin kaybından sonra bana çok büyük destek ve moral verdi. Beni her hafta arıyordu. Feridun abi sevgi dolu idi. Ailesini, akrabalarını ,arkadaşlarını, tabiatı herşeyi çok severdi.    Nûrlar içinde yatsın. Mekanı Cennet olsun. 
Nebahat Döşlüoğlu
his Life
Feridun grew up in a loving family in a village on the Marmara Sea. He told many stories of his remarkable mother, one being that she was the equivalent of the local dentist because she owned the pliers and would pull out anyone's unruly teeth with aplomb. She was uneducated, yet smart and resourceful, and with the help of her older brother, raised her 5 surviving children after her husband died after a protracted decline from tuberculosis. His uncle was much loved and respected for his artistic talent and care, however, he could be quite the task master, scolding the kids if they didn’t work fast enough in the tobacco fields or if they didn't make the daily quota of wooden shoe nails on the machine he had invented.

Feridun would have told you he was not a good student but he scored high in the national exams and was granted a full scholarship to medical school at the University of Istanbul. After graduation he completed his military service and then practiced for two years as a family doctor in a small town in southern Turkey. 

Several of his medical school classmates moved to the US to specialize and one managed to arrange an internship for Feridun at Deaconess Hospital in Buffalo New York, though Feridun knew no English. He told hilarious stories about the trials of learning English, and treating patients knowing only 10 words. He would often say that the only words he knew were "yes and no and I love you" and that's how he wooed Louise. 

Louise married him despite the word shortage in Buffalo, NY on 10/27/1962

After Feridun completed his internship in Buffalo and Toronto, they moved to Chicago where he began his Pathology residency at Michael Reese Hospital and Peri was born in August, 1963. He finished his Pathology residency at Marquette University In Milwaukee, Wisconsin where he became a naturalized citizen in 1966 and Kurt was born in June, 1967.  Ferid then took a job as a Pathologist in Springfield, Ohio in 1971, and practiced there for 35 years.  After retirement and a years long search of Southern California for the optimal place to settle, they moved to Laguna Woods, California. Both Feridun and Louise loved numerous athletic pursuits, soccer, tennis, golf, racquetball, skiing, sailing, scuba and swimming. They traveled most of the world together, enjoying scuba trips, cruises, sailing excursions and journeys with friends. He loved life in Southern California, but most especially, the community of friends surrounding them.

Feridun loved to plan and was often cooking up a gathering or a trip. When not planning, he was feeding his birds, cleaning up after them, buying more food for them, or simply delighting in them. He told the kids to forget about an inheritance, it was going to the birds. He was an avid grocery shopper and became a Costco devotee in later life. He made sure all items were securely in bags with a twist tie screwed on tight and that the ice cream never ran out. Up until he was 85 or so, he never ate a meal without hot sauce or a dessert without the addition of chocolate sauce. He loved throwing things out, especially if it didn't belong to him. He enjoyed backgammon and bridge and was happy to let you know all the ways you could be a better player. Concerned he would "lose his marbles" he studied Spanish and would practice it, or recount his family tree as he swam for hours a day with a snorkle and fins. He loved to laugh and told many funny stories or perhaps just stories, but in a funny way. He was ever generous and it brought him much joy to share his good fortune. 

Recent stories
Shared by Feza Remzi on December 26, 2020
Feridun Dayi was my parents classmate in Medical school. Later in life I met with him, when I fell in love with his niece, my wife Berna. He and Louis yenge invited me so many times from Cleveland to Springfield for holidays , many Thanksgiving, when Berna was doing residency in Turkey before we were married. In one TG, I was under the weather, and told them I would like to sleep when they wanted to go out, not knowing later waking up to full blown house alarm system where they set it up, not realizing I was still at home. Managed to convince the cops not to arrest me or shot me ( pre cell phone era) I had to literally sit in a certain spot over 3 hours, so the security alarm sensors would not start again and again,the loudest alarm system that I have known. I still can’t forget Feridun dayi’s face when they came home and found me sitting motionless in their couch over 3 hours. After realizing what happened, I remember him saying “ you passed through the test !!! , now you can marry my niece Berna”
He was a descent , good man. I enjoyed his company very much. I thank him so much being so nice to my wife and most importantly to our son Merit. 
Merit’s Dad and Berna’s husband

The Essence of Manhood

Shared by MaryGrace Carpenter on December 21, 2020
We met as neighbors 13 years ago in 2007 when we bought our homes on Via La Mesa and soon became friends.  I remember Ferid as a gentle giant of a man who listened to my endless stories and he regaled my husband Steve and me with fascinating stories about his life from Turkey to California.  Over the years these stories were shared over several gallons of ice cream on their patio.
My favorite story that Ferid told was about the night he proposed marriage to Louise.  They had left the home of his most respected colleague, (a man whose opinion Ferid said he really valued) following a lovely dinner. Louise did not know that Ferid had discussed his desire to propose marriage to her with his friend in order to relieve the anxiety he was experiencing about how do go about it properly. On the way home from the friend’s house Ferid realized he was out of gas and stopped at a Gas Station.  In his excitement and exuberance he exclaimed to Louise, “I am going to ask you to marry me and I will only ask you once so you have to answer me right now!”
We all know the answer to that question and have reaped the benefits of a life long marital partnership that has brought blessings not only to Ferid, Louise, Peri, Kurt, Lisa and Aya but to all who have known them.
Our Gentle Giant is gone from our sight, but he lives on in this neighborhood where he adorned the Green Woods with BlueBird Houses which protect the birds from the Crows and where he healed his friends from their ailments with
Love, Joy, Laughter and Ice Cream



My father

Shared by Louise Doslu on December 20, 2020
My father was always my greatest champion.   He gave of himself completely whenever I took on a new endeavor or sport --  dressing me up for Green Bay Packer games as a child, becoming the soccer coach when I was 6 years old,  cheering wildly as I swam to victory and, most importantly, teaching me good sportsmanship from the youngest age as we competed together in table tennis, racquetball, golf, tennis and boardgames.   

I was his greatest champion as well and saw no one greater.  As a 9yr old, I would remind him of how much he'd accomplished as I watched him shave his face every morning before work.  What an amazing memory that is!    He was my greatest gift and most loved companion.  

His hard work and perseverance  allowed me to "have it all" while growing up in Ohio.   As a young man raised in America,  it is hard to convey what it's like to have a foreign father that endured tremendous difficulties and discrimination as one of the first FMGs (Foreign Medical Graduates).   At the time, I didn't realize what a pioneer he was for the entire family.  Now,  I see the successes of all of my father's nieces & nephews and feel, as I always have, ill-equipped, undeserving and unable to live up to his accomplishments.   He was a true pioneer, fighting successfully to forge an emigrant window allowing others to follow in his footsteps.

I was so proud of my father's accomplishments that it occasionally distressed me when he would introduce himself as Fred rather than Feridun during our weekly tennis doubles tournament.  I thought to myself -- "Dad, be proud of who you are and everything you've done!" but he was so humble, kind and selfless that he would say "Fred" to insure that his tennis partners (and I ) would have no confusion. 

While i wish that we could all get together to celebrate his life together,  I loved him so much that I can't imagine giving a eulogy in person because, like my Father, I am a very emotional man and would break down completely.   Ferid was an emotional man, in every way.  As you know, he would always speak to you about your difficulties, without judgement, and listen with wonder and compassion about your life story.   Even more so if it included Dolly Parton or a twisted dirty joke.  

My father's passing (even at 90) was a surprise to me because I have always seen him as an energetic and youthful soul that would always be there for me.  His sudden death has caused me to realize how special life is and how much the days and loved ones mean to us.  

I want to thank everyone who has contributed to this site in celebration of my father,  Feridun Doslu.   He was an amazing man and I hope to live my life as honorably as he did.  

Much love,

Kurt Doslu