Post by jettigre on Mar 2, 2010 17:09:28 GMT -5
Jackie Fox Rest in Peace, Dad -- I Love You
My father, David Anthony Fuchs, passed away lost night at 7:12 P.M. after a 10-month battle with kidney and bladder cancer. He had just celebrated his 75th birthday on Friday.
My father was born and raised in New York, the son of Sam and Bek. He had two younger brothers -- Daniel, who died at the age of 7 months, and Richard, my beloved uncle, who died suddenly some 15 years or so ago. My father attended Jamaica High School and later received a Bachelor's degree in Engineering from MIT. While he was at MIT, he met my mother, Ronnie. In 1958, they moved to Los Angeles and had two children -- me at the end of 1959, and my sister, Carol, in 1962.
I have too many childhood memories of my father to share here, but they include many trips to E. Hampton to visit his parents and family, horseback riding, camping trips to the desert to ride motorcycles, and my father driving me to the beach to go surfing. He came to numerous Runaways concerts, often wearing one of our trademark "name" t-shirts with the name "Big Daddy" on it.
In recent years my father had moved to Palm Desert, which he felt was a spiritual place. He was always the healthy one in the family, and it took everyone by surprise when he was diagnosed with cancer. Up until the end, he was certain he would beat it. When he learned that he couldn't, he accepted his fate with dignity and courage.
I will always remember my father for his wry sense of humor, his loving acceptance of people as they were, and his pride in the accomplishments of his children and his grandchildren.
My father skipped away peacefully at home, ready to go, and surrounded by people who loved him.
I miss him very much.
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My father, David Anthony Fuchs, passed away lost night at 7:12 P.M. after a 10-month battle with kidney and bladder cancer. He had just celebrated his 75th birthday on Friday.
My father was born and raised in New York, the son of Sam and Bek. He had two younger brothers -- Daniel, who died at the age of 7 months, and Richard, my beloved uncle, who died suddenly some 15 years or so ago. My father attended Jamaica High School and later received a Bachelor's degree in Engineering from MIT. While he was at MIT, he met my mother, Ronnie. In 1958, they moved to Los Angeles and had two children -- me at the end of 1959, and my sister, Carol, in 1962.
I have too many childhood memories of my father to share here, but they include many trips to E. Hampton to visit his parents and family, horseback riding, camping trips to the desert to ride motorcycles, and my father driving me to the beach to go surfing. He came to numerous Runaways concerts, often wearing one of our trademark "name" t-shirts with the name "Big Daddy" on it.
In recent years my father had moved to Palm Desert, which he felt was a spiritual place. He was always the healthy one in the family, and it took everyone by surprise when he was diagnosed with cancer. Up until the end, he was certain he would beat it. When he learned that he couldn't, he accepted his fate with dignity and courage.
I will always remember my father for his wry sense of humor, his loving acceptance of people as they were, and his pride in the accomplishments of his children and his grandchildren.
My father skipped away peacefully at home, ready to go, and surrounded by people who loved him.
I miss him very much.
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Myspace:
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