Arthur was born on October eleventh nineteen thirty-two at Beth El Hospital (which was later sold and renamed Brookdale University Hospital & Medical Center) in New York. His mom Gussie (Kohl) and his dad Joseph Stillman came to New York with their parents from Poland and Russia respectfully, when they were very young children. Arthur remembers Sheffield Avenue as his first address before they moved to Dewit Avenue. His grandfather kept carrier pigeons at the house that he owned and rented out the ground floor.
October Eleventh 1932.
Beth El Hospital in Brooklyn New York
Was where you made your debut
A visit from the proverbial stork
Before dawn at three thirty-two
Your dad was a taxi-driver
And the story goes like this
He created quite a stir
Honking the car horn with happiness
At the news of your birth
He had become a father
Feeling the proudest dad on earth
He decided to name you Arthur
Three score years and ten
From that day in nineteen thirty-two
I try to convey with my pen
All the love I have for you.
He came from Russia in the early nineteen-hundreds
Where birth records of Jews were not kept
He would have been about three years old
His countrys' intolerance was hard to accept
With his parents and brother Louis
They settled in New York's Lower East Side
A new language they had to learn
In a country with opportunities to provide
Freedom to practice their religion
And live in a land where the work-ethic
Was to strive to work hard for a living
Joseph joined the army and served in the Pacific
As chief-engineering officer on an army communications ship
Leaving behind his wife and son without much warning
When his son Arthur was born in Beth El Hospital Brooklyn
This proud dad honked the horn of his taxi-cab at three in the morning
Nine years before I became his daughter-in-law
On January fifth at the Veteran's Hospital in Miami
My hero father-in-law went to his eternal reward
Arthur always says that his dad would have liked me.
Arthur attended school PS 109 on East 45th Street, Brooklyn and remembers the day that his class visited a radio station in Manhattan where they met the legendary Baseball player Babe Ruth. When I once commented that he had met some famous people, he replied "you know who I'm most proud of meeting...PALS" - that made my day! At summer camp in upstate New York was where he learned to swim and he often recited the rhyme "hip hip, dominica synica Hanukkah sock the bumble-eyeya ho" which they said every morning. With his best friend Aaron Block, he ran messages to neighbors from the party-telephone line. When he was twelve years old, his parents moved to Miami which was a huge disruption for Arthur. He lost contact with his school friends and had to make new friends. Not very long after they moved to Miami his parents divorced which caused more anxiety for him as their only child. Following the divorce his mom's health deteriorated and she was hospitalized on several occasions. She never dated or showed any interest in meeting another man in contrast to his dad, who married two more times.
After graduating Miami Beach High school, Arthur enlisted in the Navy. He was supposed to go to Michigan for boot-camp but a lot of military were getting pneumonia there, so he was sent to San Diego, California instead - much to his liking. He traveled from New York to Jacksonville, Florida where he had his physical and was sworn-in. From Jacksonville he was put in charge of five men on a train to New Orleans. From New Orleans they took another train to their destination San Diego. He told me that it took five days to get there adding "I thought we would never get out of Texas." They stopped in Oomagh, Arizona where Indians were selling pottery that they made. He told me about the time that he was hitch-hiking in Norfolk, Virginia going home to New York for New Year when a big car pulled-up and gave him a lift. He remembered how nice and warm it felt in that car and on the radio Eddie Fisher was singing 'Oh My Papa'! While he was in Norfolk he saw the USS 'United States' pass by on its 'trial voyage'. He served onboard an oil tanker and made numerous trips to Thule, Iceland accompanying the ice-breakers during the Korean War.
Following honorable discharge on August 20 1954, he worked in Miami roofing houses, he said "that was the hardest work I've ever done." As he had a chauffeurs license he drove the truck that the workers traveled in to the jobs. He enrolled to study accountancy at Miami University where he wrote a paper on Charles Dickens. In 1956 he answered an advertisement in the Miami Herald newspaper for summer work and was offered full-time employment at the end of the contract. Despite being top of his class in exams each year, he did not continue with his studies, he often told me "that is the biggest regret of my life."
His dad was in his eighties when he died at the Veteran's Hospital in Miami on Sunday January 5 1986 and his mom passed away in a nursing home on Miami Beach on Monday February 2 1987. He had great respect for his parents and often spent Sundays visiting his dad and his third wife Roselia who was Cuban. When they lived in Brooklyn his dad had built his own boat. He owned a gas station and rented out property in Miami.
I met Arthur at Temple Beth Am in South Miami at a Valentine Day dance in 1994. We dated for a couple of weeks before I returned to London. He kept in touch by phone-calls and in one of those calls he asked me when I was returning to Miami. I told him that I had no plans to return and suggested he come to visit me in London. To my amazement he took me up on my offer and spent a week with me in my studio-flat in Du Cane Court, Balham. Before leaving he purchased a return ticket for me to come to Miami. On my mother's birthday October twenty-ninth I boarded that British Airways flight to Miami and to a man who only God could have put into my life!
From the moment he picked me up at the airport I knew I would not be using that return ticket to Heathrow airport. There was something very special about him. But the night before we married, I got cold feet! We were driving on 1-75 to Miami after visiting his cousin. I was nervous about making such a huge change. I said "send me back to London..." He pointed his finger and said "you're getting married in the morning!" We were married in Coral Gables court house on January 9 1995 and had a church wedding in The Church of the Little Flower, Coral Gables in August. He was planning to retire from working at the Miami Herald newspaper and on his days off we looked at apartments and houses in Broward County. He settled on a retirement community in Pembroke Pines as it was convenient to Miami and Fort Lauderdale airports and also the ports as he intended to take cruises. We went on several cruises to the Bahamas, Bermuda and the East and West Caribbean. Whenever I was in Ireland visiting my mom or for my nephew's weddings he called me every day. I was staying with my sister Nuala for my nephew John's wedding in 2006, when he told me about a trip that he had booked. He wouldn't tell me where we were going - he wanted it to be a surprise! It was a bus-trip with the Reform Temple in the village, to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Our hotel was upgraded to the Bearskin Lodge. Room 217 had a king-size bed, a jacuzzi, a fireplace and a view of the fast-flowing Little Pigeon river. We had the best time of our lives at Dollywood in the 'dry' town of Pigeon Forge. The amusement rides were scary, especially the Sky Rider and the hair-raising Dizzy Disk but a lot of fun. When we came off the Sky Rider, to regain our equilibrium we sat beside a lady on a bench. She commented "you should have seen your faces..." As we walked to each attraction, I couldn't figure-out where the music was coming from until he pointed to the rocks. In the summer of 2003, we spent a week with his bridge-playing friend Bertha at her home in Magnolia, Gloucester, Massachusetts. Bertha was a 'snowbird' which is the moniker given to people who come to Florida in the winter from colder climates. She, along with most of his friends called him Artie so I abbreviated it to RT. For my fiftieth birthday we flew to Vancouver for a cruise to Alaska and nine days after our return home, we went to Israel with a group from a Baptist church that we had been attending.
Century Village offered activities that we both enjoyed. He played bridge and poker every week. I played tennis three and sometimes four days a week. We joined several clubs and went on bus trips and cruises with them. I joined the Monday morning writer's club which was chaired by Ben Levitan who was a retired fireman in New York and I think for my benefit, told stories about some Irish men with whom he worked. I did the aquasize classes in the Olympic size pool at the clubhouse three days a week. We would race each other in our satellite pool by our building. He always won and we argued that the reason was because he was six feet tall. Those days were magical!
We volunteered at Memorial Hospital West for twelve years. Arthur was in the kitchen where he helped ladle the soup and carry trays of special diets to the floors and the emergency room. I worked at the information desk answering the phone, directing people to the various departments, delivering flowers to the patients and discharging patients in wheelchairs. I also volunteered in the HR department and the Administration Office. We enjoyed helping out and the annual appreciation luncheon at the Signature Grand in Davie that always had a 'theme' was entertaining. His poker playing friends liked to gamble and we went to the Hard Rock Casino to play the slot-machines and Calder Race Track where we made small winnings on the hotshot machine. Arthur told me about the horse 'Tim Tam' that he put a bet on in the 1960's and won big! He had a curiosity about all religions and particularly Buddhism. He attended the catholic church with me for a while. In September 1987, when Pope John Paul II came to Miami, Arthur was on a balcony at work with his co-worker and friend Joe Quinn. Joe told him to hold up his wallet for the Pope to bless it as the pope-mobile passed by! One day he came home from shopping at Publix - he liked grocery shopping but hated mall shopping - and told me "I took the scenic route and passed by a church that looked like the little church in the dell." We attended that church for a few years. We joined a bible-study group of eight or nine neighbors in the village that was led by Harold who was a Messianic Jew and the most knowledgeable person about the bible that I ever met. Arthur liked to sing at karaoke in the clubhouse and on cruises. His favorite was the Jo Stafford song 'You Belong To Me'.
On January 18 2014 he said something that surprised me. I don't remember exactly how he said it but it was something like "if I get old put me in hospice." It made me cry and he was so sorry after saying it, he said, "that was stupid of me." After lunch he was very chatty and told me about his first car. His dad bought him a 1936 Oldsmobile for thirty-six dollars in 1949 or 1950. In 1959 he bought his first car, a brand-new frost-blue Chevrolet Biscayne with radio and manual gear change. He always bought American cars until 2003 when he bought a Honda Civic. I suggested a two-door but he decided on a four-door so that we could drive our neighbors. Several years before, when a neighbor was in the back seat of our two-door Cougar, she had such a hard time getting out, we thought we would have to call the paramedics! He was the most kind person I have ever met. He helped several new neighbors move into the building and told them about the village rules. When I remarked that they never showed any appreciation his reply was "I didn't do it for recognition..." One of the byelaws in the village stated "no four-legged animals allowed" Arthur joked "we could get a three-legged dog" He sometimes would burst into a song "Bell-bottom trousers, coats of navy blue, she loved her sailor-boy and he loved her too." He had silky-soft skin and when I commented on it, his reply was "its all that gefilte fish." When we saw the blood donations bus outside Walmart offering a free movie-pass, he asked "what movie do you think they see?" I replied I've no idea, he said 'Dracula'. He had a wonderful dry sense of humor and a brilliant mind. He always watched the CBS program 60 Minutes and when each of the presenters had introduced themselves, he would add "and I'm Arthur Stillman" - that gave me a laugh every time! He would find the best TV movies for me to watch. Most mornings during the week he would sit in the lobby of the clubhouse with a group of men who called themselves 'The Harvard Club' and discuss the news of the day. One morning a lady walking past collapsed, he ran to the security desk to get help, no one else made any attempt to help.
We visited my family in Ireland in 1995 and 1996 and stayed two nights with our friends Theresa and Jim Thompson who live in Century Village. Theresa is first generation American whose family emigrated from Belmullet. They built a summer home in Belmullet - a few miles north of where I grew-up. Arthur and my mother had a common conversation subject as her mother and her aunt lived on Gates Avenue, Brooklyn, New York for ten years in the early nineteen-hundreds. My mother's aunt (grandma's sister) Hannah Cunniffe was lost in the Lusitania tragedy on May 7 1915. In 2000 we flew to Shannon for my godchild Fiona's first communion in Knock. We toured the surrounding counties and saw W.B. Yeat's grave in Drumcliffe County Sligo. At Strokestown Park in County Roscommon we visited The Irish National Famine Museum. Arthur bought a clay pipe there (his dad always smoked a pipe) We explored Galway and Connemara where Arthur did a very funny imitation of an Irish jig when we stopped along the road (I took a picture) In June 2008 he made a special effort to be with me at my sister Hannah's fortieth wedding anniversary party in South London. He didn't want to go, he said "I'm doing it for your sake..." 'Mensch' is a Yiddish word to describe a decent, upright, mature and responsible man.
Arthur felt unwell on Friday August 5 2011. He didn't want to go to the Emergency Room. At 2:15pm, I called his doctor's office and got the on-call number. A young female voice told me that the doctor was out of the office for the day. I told her that Arthur's blood pressure was 80/40 and his pulse was 50. When I asked to speak with a doctor, I could hear her relate my question to a female in the background who told her to tell me to have the blood pressure checked at a fire station. I asked her if she had made a note of the readings. She said "what readings" I said the blood pressure and pulse readings that I gave her. She didn't reply but asked if we lived near a fire station and when I said we do, she said we should go there to have it checked and she hung-up the phone. Saturday morning at 9am Arthur's blood pressure reading was 144/72 pulse 48! I called the doctor's office and asked for the on-call doctor to call us. At 9:30am the on-call doctor called back and told me that I was taking the blood pressure too often. He asked "how old is Arthur?" and when I told him he said "that's normal for his age!" At 3:15pm it was 138/68 his pulse had dropped to 44! I called the office number for the third time and spoke with an associate who said he would have the on-call doctor call us. Within fifteen minutes the doctor called and said to go to the Emergency Room.
It was pouring rain when I dropped Arthur at the entrance to the ER and parked the car. I had to drive quite a distance for a parking space and despite having an umbrella got soaked from my knees to my feet. Arthur was waiting for me at the entrance so we rushed in, checked with the security-guard and filled-out the mandatory form to give to the nurse at the desk. She told us that "Arthur's notes are not down yet" so to take a seat and she would call him. Ten minutes later Arthur's name was called. He was brought into a small room where a nurse took down his medical history, a technician drew blood and an EKG was taken. A wheelchair was brought for him and he was taken to room 1, where he was put on a heart-monitor. Shelley who was the nurse assigned to him put him on oxygen. John inserted a cannula in his left arm and the crash-cart was brought into the room. His pulse was 40 on the monitor. Shelley explained that because his pulse was low she was giving him Atropine IVI. After about forty-five minutes the doctor came to see Arthur and told him that he was in second-degree heart block and that he would need a pacemaker. He said a cardiologist would insert a temporary one for the weekend and that a permanent one would be placed on Monday. I asked him if it would be under general anesthetic and he said yes. An X-ray was taken of his chest. There was excitement when a baby was born in a car outside the ER and the doctor attending Arthur, assisted with the delivery. On the TV there was a story about a volunteer at Memorial Regional Hospital who was 101 years old! Those two occurances I felt were good omens for Arthur's recovery. At 7pm the night nurses came on-duty and Patricia was Arthur's nurse for the night. She said that he would probably be in the ER overnight and the cardiologist would see him in the morning. At 7:20pm Arthur told me to go home and get something to eat.
I had just finished eating when the phone rang at 8:15pm. I was very nervous about what I would hear when I picked it up. It was Patricia to inform me that Arthur was being moved to room 2026. I was delighted because it meant that he would be able to lay on his right side which is the way he always sleeps. The next morning I called the hospital at 7:30am and asked for room 2026, only to be told that a Mr. Graham was in that room! Again I was fearful of what I would hear but after a long wait was told that Arthur was moved to ICU. I spoke with nurse Michele who reassured me that he was fine, he was in room 2045 and the only reason he was moved to ICU was so that they could monitor him more closely. After breakfast I visited him and he told me the name of the doctor who inserted the temporary pacemaker. He also told me that the ER doctor said that he could see signs of this in the EKG's from Arthur's primary-care doctor's office - I found that very disturbing!
Monday August 8, I arrived at Arthur's room just before 9am. We didn't know what time he would be going for the pacemaker until 11:30am when two young men in scrubs came to take him to the operating-room. They told me that Arthur was singing in the ER when they were putting in the temporary pacemaker! I accompanied him to the cath-lab preparation room on the second floor. Nurse Cindy prepped him which included shaving his chest. The electro-cardiologist asked me "how did this come about?" I explained that I take Arthur's blood pressure every morning as he is on three medications for it and that it was very low on Friday last and his pulse was also low. He explained the procedure to Arthur and said that he didn't see any problem but added "there's always a risk with every procedure." I walked behind the bed as he was wheeled to the entrance of the operating room. The two young men in scrubs got a good chuckle as I leaned over the protective railing to kiss Arthur and wish him "Good Luck and God Bless." A nurse showed me to the waiting-lounge. With Arthur's hat in my hand, I took out my rosary-beads and prayed. I knew that it would take about forty-five minutes so after an hour passed, I walked along the corridor and met a nurse. She asked if she could help me and I said that I was waiting for my husband who was having a pacemaker procedure, but that it was taking longer than I expected. She called the operating-room and was told that he was doing fine and would be out shortly. I kept a close watch on the 'startrack screen' in the waiting-lounge for his name to come up. As a volunteer was leaving the desk, she announced that the telephone was accessable to the waiting relatives and that a nurse or doctor may call for a relative when the patient is out of the operating room. Three times I answered the phone but it was for other patients. I was on my sixth rosary when nurse Regan came for me. As we walked to the consulting room I asked him how Arthur was and he replied "he's fine." When I mentioned that it had taken longer that I expected he said "the doctor will speak with you."
The electro-cardiologist was waiting at the door and as Regan was leaving, he asked him to stay! He shook my hand and reassured me that Arthur was fine, but there was a problem when he removed the temporary pacemaker - it punctured the heart causing bleeding in the heart cavity. He said that he was able to "plug it" and inserted a chest drain "a pig-tail" to drain the blood from around the heart. He said that a 'critical-care team' and a heart surgeon were put on standby. Regan comforted me with his arm around my shoulder as we walked to the preparation room where I waited for Arthur to return. He was semi-conscious and looked pale as he was wheeled back at 2:43pm to the cubicle where he had been 'prepped'. His nurse Cindy did a great job taking care of him and it was such a relief when Arthur called my name! He complained of pain and said "it was worse than I thought it would be!" He knew something went wrong. About an hour later Cindy and another nurse wheeled Arthur back to room 2045 in ICU. He had asked when he would be going back there.
I sent email to Julie to say that Arthur was critical and she called me on Tuesday morning. She asked me if I would like her to come over and I said yes - I needed all the support I could get. Sherri was his nurse today, she and another nurse said they had "never seen this happen in their thirty years of nursing! Sherri said "he's a lovely man, he thinks outside the box." The doctors visited and asked the nurse how much fluid had drained since coming from the operating room. She didn't know as they had not been measuring it, adding "there were no orders for that in the notes" - both doctors were surprised and went to check the notes. From my nursing experience if a patient has a drain-in-situ we always measured the fluid output.
Wednesday morning I got phone-calls from Julie, Nuala and Dorothy in Ireland. It was great to get those calls as I felt very much on my own. In the hospital lobby I met Arthur's poker-playing friend Billy who ironically was visiting his doctor for his pacemaker check-up! He told me that in 2001 when he had his pacemaker fitted that he felt like a new man. Jim the ultra-sound technician told us that he had never been called to the operating room before "its usually after the operation that I'm called." I said "I'm sorry that it had to be my darling husband to be the patient" He just smirked. The cardiologist's nurse-practitioner came to remove the "pig-tail." It was very emotional to watch her remove approximately eight inches of drain from the heart cavity. As with all the other procedures that he went through over the years - he had cataracts removed and numerous skin surgeries - Arthur took it in his stride.
Thursday August 11, Julie called from Ireland and Miko called from London early in the morning. When I told Arthur he said, "its nice to know that so many people care for me..." He was such a humble man. Sherri was his nurse today and she had the best news for me. She said that Arthur may be going home tomorrow! I sent email to Julie to let her know so that she could decide if she wanted to book a flight. When I called the hospital on Friday I got the great news that he was moved to a regular room 2020. Throughout his stay in the hospital he remained very positive and just accepted his situation. He has a dry sense of humor and can laugh at himself which endears him to a lot of people. When I told him that the cardiologist mentioned the fact that this happens in only 5-10% of cases he said with a laugh " it would happen to me!" The physical therapist came to assess if he would need physical therapy at home and decided that he would not. With the IV in-situ we walked along the corridor and he did great. As we passed by the crash-cart, he commented "the karaoke machine." My niece Olivia in Chicago called the hospital and spoke with Arthur.
Sunday August 13 - this was the day I got to bring my RT home! Debbie was his nurse today. We had to wait for the doctor to write-up the discharge papers so I went home and waited by the phone. At 3:20pm Arthur called to say "the doctor was here he's getting the discharge ready...are you coming in?" I said "I'm coming right now..." At the East entrance to the hospital I met the hospital doctor for Arthur, he was eating an ice-cream cone. While we waited for Debbie to remove the cannula and the heart monitor, a dove alighted on the ledge outside Arthur's window. It remained there preening itself for a long time. Thankfully Arthur made a full recovery and on October 18 we went on a two-day bus trip with the New Jersey Club to the Epcot Center in Orlando, where we had the best fish n chips at the English pavilion. He always had a great appetite and enjoyed checking-out all the new restaurants. My first time eating Thai food was when his friend Terry invited us to a party at a Thai restaurant in South Miami, that she gave her granddaughter and her husband Marc (his dad is Neil Sedaka) when they returned from their Caribbean honeymoon. Arthur felt like a new man and returned to participate in all the activities that he enjoyed in the clubhouse. We traveled on the Mississippi and Ohio riverboats and cruises to the Bahamas and Bermuda. I went to my nephews John and Steve's weddings in Ireland and he met me at the airport upon my return. If my flight was late at night he was in bed but would have the night-light on for me. He was thoroughly organized and kept a rigid routine. Half jokingly I once told him "you are almost perfect" He replied "there was only one perfect man." I expected him to tell me about some great historical figure in politics or the armed services. He kept me guessing for a while before giving me his answer: "Jesus"!
That all changed on February seventeenth 2018 when he complained of back pain and asked to go to the Emergency Room. He was diagnosed with fractured first lumbar vertebrae and kept on bed-rest for a week. The doctors considered doing the Kyphoplasty procedure but then they determined that it was an old fracture and that treatment would not be beneficial. On February twenty-third he was discharged home in a wheelchair. He could not walk and had very little appetite. After the follow-up visit to his primary-care doctor he called and said "you know Arthur is a changed man...he may not survive this..." I said "but, no one dies from a fractured vertebrae." He said "no, but he's very weak and he could fall or catch pneumonia..." I thanked him for the call. He ordered a physical therapist, occupational therapist, and a health-care aid. A male nurse visited twice weekly from his doctors office to check his oxygen, sugar and vitals, which were good. He walked with a walking-aid but had to have someone accompany him as he was very unsteady. He remained mentally alert so much so that he refused to walk out on the catwalk with the physical therapist one very windy day. She was insisting that he go out and I had to say "don't force him if he doesn't want to go, as he is fearful of falling ..." Thank God he did not fall. Medical 'professionals' with autocratic attitudes lack any understanding of the dignity that those in their care should be granted. I was sitting on the side of the bed and realizing how weak he had become I couldn't stop crying. He smiled at me and said "don't cry; be strong" and added a little later "everyone goes through this..." He was such a pragmatic man. During the last five weeks of his life when he was suffering severe pain from the fractured first lumbar vertebrae, he often said "sorry to have to put you through this..."
"You BECOME" the horse said to the rabbit. It doesn't happen all at once it takes a very long time. Generally by the time you are REAL most of your hair has been loved off and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But those things don't matter, because once you are real, you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand" - from the children's story 'The Velveteen Rabbit'. The Saturday night before Palm Sunday Arthur said "tomorrow is Palm Sunday, would you like to go to church" He knew that I liked to get the Blessed palm every year. I said "if you don't mind being left alone..." But on Sunday morning he changed his mind and didn't want me to go. My friend Rosemary brought me to church on Easter Sunday and as I got out of her car there, on the ground was a palm-cross!
Before you passed to eternity
On that morning at Memorial Hospital West
Your last words to me were
"Go home and get a good nights rest"
Each day since I lost you
Words can't describe the sadness
That I feel since March thirtieth
Our home now has an emptiness
The Lord called you from this earth
On Good Friday and Passover
Rest in peace dear RT
Gone but in my heart forever.
The morning of Holy Thursday he told me that he needed to go to the hospital. I asked if he wanted me to drive him and he said yes, but a few minutes later said "no, you better call the ambulance" The village nurses came and took his vitals - which were good - and the paramedics took him in the ambulance to Memorial Hospital West. I asked him if he wanted me to go in the ambulance with him but he said "no, take the car" He knew that I would need the car to get home again! When I got to his room in the Emergency Room he complained of pain in his abdomen. I asked him when the pain came and he said "in the ambulance" The x-ray didn't show any abnormality, so I came to the conclusion that it was the strapping on the gurney that was too tight causing pressure on the fractured first lumbar vertebrae, as he had lost a lot of weight in the past few weeks. We waited all day for a bed and at 9pm he was admitted to room 4716. At around 10pm I asked if he wanted me to stay the night at the hospital but he said "no, go home and get a good night's rest." I went to bed some time after midnight and didn't expect to sleep but I didn't wake-up until 4:45am. I firmly believe that he woke me as he was transitioning to the next life! In ancient Hebrew the word for Time is ET. At 5am the phone rang. It was a nurse from the hospital to say "Arthur is unresponsive...do you want us to resuscitate?" I told her that we both have living-wills and that he would not want that. She said "well you'll have to tell that to another nurse as we need two verbal messages..." I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the nurse to come on the phone and repeated what I had told her colleague. I rushed to the hospital but was just ten minutes too late. Arthur had passed at 5:15am on Good Friday and Passover March 30 2018. Several years before his dad had passed in the month of January, his mom in February and now the month of March had claimed my beloved RT! We were both born on a Tuesday sixteen years apart. He was born in the third last month and he died in the third month of the year, on the day of the week that James Joyce called "Frightday."
I wrote this poem for Arthur's birthday on October 11 2015 and it was read at his memorial service by Rabbi Steven Newman on April 29 2018. In 2016 we made arrangements for both of us with The Neptune Society for cremation. Arthur now rests alongside his fellow Heroes at The South Florida National Cemetery in Lake Worth. "Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal"-On a headstone in Ireland. "Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love"-George Eliot. "Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated"-Alphonse de Lamartine. "When you are sorrowful look again in your heart and you will see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight"-Kahil Gibran. "Who can say what it is that makes a man die: A sad heart that no longer wishes to go on beating"-Ernest Lehman 'The King & I'. "Real friendship or love is not manufactured or achieved by an act of will or intension. Friendship is always an act of recognition. When you find the person you love, an act of ancient recognition brings you together"-John O'Donohue. "Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality"-Emily Dickinson.
Many happy returns to my husband Arthur
Another year older and wiser
He shares the same date as my father
And the same month as my mother
His dad honked the car horn
Outside the hospital when he was born
As each birthday comes around
My love for him is more profound
He never ceases to amaze me
With his knowledge of history
His favorite music is Mozart
Some of his friends call him Art
He is my walking encyclopedia
He is like a self-reliant multi-media
I tell him that he has the PS syndrome
Like a perpetual student in his dorm
'Mushroom' is a name he goes by
That is because he is a 'fun-guy'
What Aristotle and Kant had to say
Interests him idle chat is not his forte
His favorite song to sing in karaoke
On land or at sea is 'You Belong To Me'
He plays poker every Tuesday night
And quite often wins to his delight
From the American eagle to hedgehogs
He loves all animals but he favors dogs
He likes to cruise on the ocean waves
For the variety of foods that he craves
He wins trivia quizzes which is no surprise
Caps, bags and key-chains were his prizes
'Cinderella Man' is his favorite movie
A story of triumph over adversity
He shook the hand of Babe Ruth of baseball fame
At a Manhattan radio program about the game
He volunteers at Memorial Hospital West
His friends in 'Food & Nutrition' are the best
He is a devoted Miami Dolphin's fan
Nothing interferes with his game plan
He was trained to shoot by the Marines
In San Diego when he was in his late 'teens
Sailing under San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge
At the helm of USS 'Enoree' was a tough challenge
He is a US Navy Korean War veteran
And he is my very own Superman
Crossing the Arctic Circle he got the moniker 'Blue Nose'
Returning by Labrador and Nova Scotia he almost froze
He is an enigma in whom I can rely upon
I love him to the moon and to the depth of the ocean.
"Any man who may be asked in this century, what he did to make his life worthwhile, can respond with a good deal of pride and satisfaction; I served in the United States Navy" - President John F. Kennedy.
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