My stepfather passed away during the night on Wednesday. He had been on hospice and I had been caring for him. I am grateful that when the time came, he went quickly. Since I have to care for my disabled and dependent mother and there are some complicated family matters involved, I will not be very present on the blog for the next week. The funeral will be next Saturday.
My stepfather was born in France to a Jewish family. As a boy, he had out in the woods around Paris during the Nazi occupation. He remembered being very cold and frightened. He lost many family members to the Holocaust. He moved to the US and served in the Air Force for 23 years. Going through his papers, I discovered he had won the Bronze Star Medal, something he never talked about.
After his first wife died, and my father died, he and my mother married and had over a decade together. We all traveled to Alaska, the Panama Canal and many road trips to see the foliage together. He was a decent and kind man to my mother and I shall miss him dearly.