I'm sorry but the link in the previous posting was updated and I was unaware it changed. Here's the correct link to Dave's Memorial Video:
http://web.mac.com/jonezin/iWeb/Site/Dave%20Altman.html
It may be necessary to download Apple's free QuickTime player if you don't already have it. Many websites require it so chances are it's on your computer already BUT if it isn't click on this link first.
http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/
I'm very sorry for all this confusion. I just checked it and it's working fine with Quick Time 7.4 .
Monday, January 28, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Farewell to Dave
The Rosary
On Thursday evening, at Dave’s home parish in Covina, St. Louise de Marillac, the viewing and memorial rosary was held. Pastor Larry Dowdel gave a moving homily and the evening ended with a reception hosted by the parish that included refreshments and a showing of the Memorial Video remembering Dave’s life.
The Funeral
On a beautiful, sunny day in Los Angeles, we said farewell to Dave. His funeral service, at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angeles, was an inspiring event. The mass was celebrated by His Eminence, Cardinal Roger Mahony, and concelebrated by the Most Reverend Gabino Zavala, Auxiliary Bishop of the San Gabriel Valley Region and Fr. Larry Dowdel, with Deacon Gus Sebenius and Deacon Al Valles Assisting.
Joanne Cauley (Dave’s niece who flew in from Furman University in Greenville, SC) and Cathedral Canter, Charles Lane provided music during the mass and Dave’s neighbors, Dominique, Angelique, & Emma Calvillo, provided music before the celebration.
The mass was served by Dave’s grandson Brian Conley, nephew Brandon Amaro, great-nephew Alex Tobin, and family friend, Charlie Ridder. Children aren’t my favorite things on this earth but I would be remiss if I did not comment on Brandon.
Brandon is the youngest son of my sister Peggy, and was around so faithfully during Dave’s illness. He is truly one of the most courageous, insightful, giving, and kind people I have ever known, and my eyes welled with tears of pride as he held the books of prayer for the Cardinal. We all experienced a sense of helplessness as there was so little any of us could do for Dave, but Brandon never stopped trying.
Since the 1980's, Dave attended daily Mass at 6:20 am. He acquired a close group of friends that also celebrated mass each day; we called them the "Six-Twenties". The Six-Twenties were Eucharistic Ministers for the Mass.
Eulogies were given by John Conley, Dave’s son-in-law, and me.
After the mass, a reception was held in the Cathedral Conference Center with another showing of the Video Memorial courtesy of family friend, Jones Gaillard.
As this will probably be my final blog entry, I’m able to take some liberties probably not appropriate until now.
Thank You!
The last 58 days were a difficult time for those of us close to Dave. We watched as a vibrant, healthy husband, father, brother, leader, and friend slipped from our worlds. It was a time of hope, laughter, tears, and prayers. I stand in awe over the number of people who visited Dave at this bedside, wrote emails or cards, made comments on this blog, or attended his final services.
I got to know many of Dave’s friends through his illness, and I now realize why Dave treasured them so much. I am still awed how many truly kind and wonderful people Dave knew.
My circle of friends supported me continuously, sometimes with only a nod or smile, that let me know it would all be ok.
The ALTMANS WINNEBAGO family of employees was also extremely supportive during the challenging times of Dave’s illness and passing and their immense efforts kept the company operating while my attentions were often focused on Dave.
It is difficult to express the courage shown by my six sisters and their families. The eight weeks of Dave’s illness affected each of us differently and there was never a time when any of us, including Dave, felt alone.
Dave’s children were beacons of light and were always there for me to lean on. Their encouragement was unending, even though there were times it would have been easy for any of them to withdraw.
Dave’s wife Marla deserves credit beyond words. She handled this trying time with so much poise and grace, and her resolve gave many of us the strength to persevere.
My Final Words
On Thursday night, I was extremely nervous, asking myself why I had offered to give a eulogy. There was so much I wanted to tell the world about Dave, yet I was equally anxious about not being able to speak in front of such an audience at such a sacred and hallowed venue.
When it was over, the comments of those to whom I spoke were so thoughtful that I am forever grateful.
Technology can be a wonderful part of our lives. This Weblog (blog) has allowed me to share my journey during Dave's final steps on this planet. It as also given me a window through which to view the impression Dave made on those he touched.
For those of you who attended the Rosary or Funeral Reception, the Video Memorial was shown. If you would like to view it, or see it again, enter http://web.mac.com/jonezin/iWeb/Site/Dave%20Altman.html into your web browser. It is a 17 minute movie and takes about 6 minutes to download at DSL speeds. Make sure your speakers are on.
--Joe Altman
The Eulogies
Eulogy by John Conley
John Conley gave an insightful viewing of Dave’s role as a father and grandfather. The text of that eulogy will be posted here when I receive it.
My Eulogy
Good Morning. Cardinal Mahony, thank you for being here today. You've shown extraordinary kindness and compassion to our family through the course of Dave’s illness.
I humbly stand before a gathering of what my brother Dave would consider the “crowned kings and queens of his life”. On behalf of Mrs. Altman, her children, and the sisters and family of Dave, it is my honor to share with you my feelings regarding the loss of a husband, father, grandfather, brother, and friend.
It goes without saying that Dave was a fierce patriot, a devout Catholic, a devoted husband, a loving father and grandfather, a loyal brother and son, a successful entrepreneur, and to all who knew him, a great friend.
David was born the first son of Gary and Lillian Altmanshofer in small town of Columbus, Nebraska. He attended a Catholic school and enjoyed the things many American young men enjoyed at that time – Boy Scouts, model airplanes, junior high band, high school football, the early days of rock and roll music, annoying his younger sisters and brother, and meeting the love of his life, Marla.
After attending colleges in Kansas City and Omaha, Dave married Marla and moved to Lincoln, Nebraska where he operated a toy and hobby store before moving to Southern California in 1966.
He was introduced to the world of RV’s in 1968, and decided that fulfilling people’s dreams was his life’s calling. In 1971, he opened Dave Altmans RV Center in Baldwin Park, now known as Altmans Winnebago.
If Dave’s feet were planted in his business, his heart and soul were rooted in his family. Being the oldest of eight, Dave experienced first-hand, and continuously, the joys of family. In nearly every conversation I recall, his family was always a consideration.
Dave’s enthusiasm for life and the wonders of this earth is well known. His affection for food, wine, travel, and magic pervades our memories of Dave. But these things were merely an excuse for Dave to be with people about whom he cared.
Dave traversed his 66 years like a Pied Piper, leading those who knew him on a journey of great new experiences. It always seemed like Dave was in his greatest glory when being the guide on an adventure, and not a merely a participant.
While, as his younger brother, I may have perfected the art of being annoying, that science was taught well to me by Dave.
My memories stretch back to being only 4, and sharing a bedroom with Dave. I remember him getting home late at night after a ball game or date, turning on the lights to get ready for bed, then hopping into his bed, and saying to me “Joe, wake up! It’s your turn to switch off the lights.” And time after time after time I complied.
Dave had a great sense of humor as well as a snoring issue for which he used some weird machine with a mask to help his night-time breathing. It helped a lot, I assume, as he would bring it along with him when we traveled.
One night last year, we shared a hotel room in Dallas, and I went to bed shortly before he did. I remember him taking an unusually long time to get ready for sleep, calling Marla (which was excusable), gargling, and making other old-people noises. Trying to sleep, I said, in my brotherly way, “Dave, GO TO BED or I’ll unplug your machine in the middle of the night!”. All of the sudden he leaned over me, cupping his hands to his mouth and said, in a Darth-Vader-like voice “Joe – this is your future!” I laughed so hard, I don’t think I ever fell asleep.
Being the younger brother of Dave wasn’t always easy. To Dave, I was his brother, but never “just Dave Altman’s” brother. Let me explain. A few years ago, at an RV Show, someone innocently asked me if it was difficult always being in the shadow of Dave.
Dave, overhearing this question, interjected and stated that I was never in his shadow – occasionally, he merely provided protection from the sun for my bald little head. I think there was never a day on which I stood taller.
Dave enjoyed the admiration of his peers and excelled in his chosen career. His service to the RV industry and the awards he won is well documented and I need not repeat them here.
To Dave, the value of these awards was not in the recognition he received, but in the acknowledgment by others of his struggle to make the business he loved more professional and better for its customers.
While Dave’s success brought him many opportunities to savor the finer things of life, Dave was particularly aware that after survival, you reach for success. And success has no meaning unless you strive for significance.
Dave’s lifelong goal was to make the world a better place for him having walked upon it. His family granted him the groundwork, and his business the means, but it was his spirit that proved one man, no matter how simple, can make a difference.
During his illness, and after his death, there have been countless conversations amongst the family about Dave. We are painfully aware that Dave left a mighty impression on the world he touched. And we recognize, that while our footprint may not be as wide or deep, Dave has given us the inspiration to make our own mark.
Thirty years ago, a young catholic man, Robert Kennedy, was shot down not far from here. At his funeral, his brother made a comment that mirrors my thoughts today, “My brother need not be idealized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life, [but should] be remembered simply as a good and decent man.”
This afternoon we will leave this Cathedral and return to living out the plan God has for each of us. When we next look up to the evening sky, consider, as was once said, “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven, where the love of our lost ones pours through, and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."
Farewell my brother, my mentor, and my friend. Thank you for touching and brightening our lives. May your efforts, goals, and dreams be inherited by me, your family, and the countless lives you have touched.
On Thursday evening, at Dave’s home parish in Covina, St. Louise de Marillac, the viewing and memorial rosary was held. Pastor Larry Dowdel gave a moving homily and the evening ended with a reception hosted by the parish that included refreshments and a showing of the Memorial Video remembering Dave’s life.
The Funeral
On a beautiful, sunny day in Los Angeles, we said farewell to Dave. His funeral service, at the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angeles, was an inspiring event. The mass was celebrated by His Eminence, Cardinal Roger Mahony, and concelebrated by the Most Reverend Gabino Zavala, Auxiliary Bishop of the San Gabriel Valley Region and Fr. Larry Dowdel, with Deacon Gus Sebenius and Deacon Al Valles Assisting.
Joanne Cauley (Dave’s niece who flew in from Furman University in Greenville, SC) and Cathedral Canter, Charles Lane provided music during the mass and Dave’s neighbors, Dominique, Angelique, & Emma Calvillo, provided music before the celebration.
The mass was served by Dave’s grandson Brian Conley, nephew Brandon Amaro, great-nephew Alex Tobin, and family friend, Charlie Ridder. Children aren’t my favorite things on this earth but I would be remiss if I did not comment on Brandon.
Brandon is the youngest son of my sister Peggy, and was around so faithfully during Dave’s illness. He is truly one of the most courageous, insightful, giving, and kind people I have ever known, and my eyes welled with tears of pride as he held the books of prayer for the Cardinal. We all experienced a sense of helplessness as there was so little any of us could do for Dave, but Brandon never stopped trying.
Since the 1980's, Dave attended daily Mass at 6:20 am. He acquired a close group of friends that also celebrated mass each day; we called them the "Six-Twenties". The Six-Twenties were Eucharistic Ministers for the Mass.
Eulogies were given by John Conley, Dave’s son-in-law, and me.
After the mass, a reception was held in the Cathedral Conference Center with another showing of the Video Memorial courtesy of family friend, Jones Gaillard.
As this will probably be my final blog entry, I’m able to take some liberties probably not appropriate until now.
Thank You!
The last 58 days were a difficult time for those of us close to Dave. We watched as a vibrant, healthy husband, father, brother, leader, and friend slipped from our worlds. It was a time of hope, laughter, tears, and prayers. I stand in awe over the number of people who visited Dave at this bedside, wrote emails or cards, made comments on this blog, or attended his final services.
I got to know many of Dave’s friends through his illness, and I now realize why Dave treasured them so much. I am still awed how many truly kind and wonderful people Dave knew.
My circle of friends supported me continuously, sometimes with only a nod or smile, that let me know it would all be ok.
The ALTMANS WINNEBAGO family of employees was also extremely supportive during the challenging times of Dave’s illness and passing and their immense efforts kept the company operating while my attentions were often focused on Dave.
It is difficult to express the courage shown by my six sisters and their families. The eight weeks of Dave’s illness affected each of us differently and there was never a time when any of us, including Dave, felt alone.
Dave’s children were beacons of light and were always there for me to lean on. Their encouragement was unending, even though there were times it would have been easy for any of them to withdraw.
Dave’s wife Marla deserves credit beyond words. She handled this trying time with so much poise and grace, and her resolve gave many of us the strength to persevere.
My Final Words
On Thursday night, I was extremely nervous, asking myself why I had offered to give a eulogy. There was so much I wanted to tell the world about Dave, yet I was equally anxious about not being able to speak in front of such an audience at such a sacred and hallowed venue.
When it was over, the comments of those to whom I spoke were so thoughtful that I am forever grateful.
Technology can be a wonderful part of our lives. This Weblog (blog) has allowed me to share my journey during Dave's final steps on this planet. It as also given me a window through which to view the impression Dave made on those he touched.
For those of you who attended the Rosary or Funeral Reception, the Video Memorial was shown. If you would like to view it, or see it again, enter http://web.mac.com/jonezin/iWeb/Site/Dave%20Altman.html into your web browser. It is a 17 minute movie and takes about 6 minutes to download at DSL speeds. Make sure your speakers are on.
--Joe Altman
The Eulogies
Eulogy by John Conley
John Conley gave an insightful viewing of Dave’s role as a father and grandfather. The text of that eulogy will be posted here when I receive it.
My Eulogy
Good Morning. Cardinal Mahony, thank you for being here today. You've shown extraordinary kindness and compassion to our family through the course of Dave’s illness.
I humbly stand before a gathering of what my brother Dave would consider the “crowned kings and queens of his life”. On behalf of Mrs. Altman, her children, and the sisters and family of Dave, it is my honor to share with you my feelings regarding the loss of a husband, father, grandfather, brother, and friend.
It goes without saying that Dave was a fierce patriot, a devout Catholic, a devoted husband, a loving father and grandfather, a loyal brother and son, a successful entrepreneur, and to all who knew him, a great friend.
David was born the first son of Gary and Lillian Altmanshofer in small town of Columbus, Nebraska. He attended a Catholic school and enjoyed the things many American young men enjoyed at that time – Boy Scouts, model airplanes, junior high band, high school football, the early days of rock and roll music, annoying his younger sisters and brother, and meeting the love of his life, Marla.
After attending colleges in Kansas City and Omaha, Dave married Marla and moved to Lincoln, Nebraska where he operated a toy and hobby store before moving to Southern California in 1966.
He was introduced to the world of RV’s in 1968, and decided that fulfilling people’s dreams was his life’s calling. In 1971, he opened Dave Altmans RV Center in Baldwin Park, now known as Altmans Winnebago.
If Dave’s feet were planted in his business, his heart and soul were rooted in his family. Being the oldest of eight, Dave experienced first-hand, and continuously, the joys of family. In nearly every conversation I recall, his family was always a consideration.
Dave’s enthusiasm for life and the wonders of this earth is well known. His affection for food, wine, travel, and magic pervades our memories of Dave. But these things were merely an excuse for Dave to be with people about whom he cared.
Dave traversed his 66 years like a Pied Piper, leading those who knew him on a journey of great new experiences. It always seemed like Dave was in his greatest glory when being the guide on an adventure, and not a merely a participant.
While, as his younger brother, I may have perfected the art of being annoying, that science was taught well to me by Dave.
My memories stretch back to being only 4, and sharing a bedroom with Dave. I remember him getting home late at night after a ball game or date, turning on the lights to get ready for bed, then hopping into his bed, and saying to me “Joe, wake up! It’s your turn to switch off the lights.” And time after time after time I complied.
Dave had a great sense of humor as well as a snoring issue for which he used some weird machine with a mask to help his night-time breathing. It helped a lot, I assume, as he would bring it along with him when we traveled.
One night last year, we shared a hotel room in Dallas, and I went to bed shortly before he did. I remember him taking an unusually long time to get ready for sleep, calling Marla (which was excusable), gargling, and making other old-people noises. Trying to sleep, I said, in my brotherly way, “Dave, GO TO BED or I’ll unplug your machine in the middle of the night!”. All of the sudden he leaned over me, cupping his hands to his mouth and said, in a Darth-Vader-like voice “Joe – this is your future!” I laughed so hard, I don’t think I ever fell asleep.
Being the younger brother of Dave wasn’t always easy. To Dave, I was his brother, but never “just Dave Altman’s” brother. Let me explain. A few years ago, at an RV Show, someone innocently asked me if it was difficult always being in the shadow of Dave.
Dave, overhearing this question, interjected and stated that I was never in his shadow – occasionally, he merely provided protection from the sun for my bald little head. I think there was never a day on which I stood taller.
Dave enjoyed the admiration of his peers and excelled in his chosen career. His service to the RV industry and the awards he won is well documented and I need not repeat them here.
To Dave, the value of these awards was not in the recognition he received, but in the acknowledgment by others of his struggle to make the business he loved more professional and better for its customers.
While Dave’s success brought him many opportunities to savor the finer things of life, Dave was particularly aware that after survival, you reach for success. And success has no meaning unless you strive for significance.
Dave’s lifelong goal was to make the world a better place for him having walked upon it. His family granted him the groundwork, and his business the means, but it was his spirit that proved one man, no matter how simple, can make a difference.
During his illness, and after his death, there have been countless conversations amongst the family about Dave. We are painfully aware that Dave left a mighty impression on the world he touched. And we recognize, that while our footprint may not be as wide or deep, Dave has given us the inspiration to make our own mark.
Thirty years ago, a young catholic man, Robert Kennedy, was shot down not far from here. At his funeral, his brother made a comment that mirrors my thoughts today, “My brother need not be idealized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life, [but should] be remembered simply as a good and decent man.”
This afternoon we will leave this Cathedral and return to living out the plan God has for each of us. When we next look up to the evening sky, consider, as was once said, “Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in Heaven, where the love of our lost ones pours through, and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy."
Farewell my brother, my mentor, and my friend. Thank you for touching and brightening our lives. May your efforts, goals, and dreams be inherited by me, your family, and the countless lives you have touched.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Monday Morning, January 14, 2008
Thankfully, my career as a writer is quickly coming to an end. I have actually found comfort in this web log, both in disclosing my feelings, and in illuminating some aspects of Dave and our family to the world.
A gracious question of many is “How are YOU doing?” For the record, I am doing quite well. While the passing of Dave is not an easy pill to swallow, I’ve had the distinct honor of watching a brother enter immortality in peace, and meeting so many wonderful people who knew Dave. What else could anyone ask for?
Marla, Dave’s wife, is a true inspiration to all of us. She has set an example on how one allows a loved one to pass into the arms of the Angels
And, given the circumstances, the family is doing well also. When our mother passed away about 11 months ago, we found strength many of us never knew we had. That strength found its way back to our spirits and is helping us all right now.
This morning, I accompanied Marla and some family members to the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels to confirm some final arrangements. The staff is so accommodating and supportive that the process is very smooth.
As our meeting ended shortly after noon, and the daily 12:10 pm mass at the Cathedral was about to begin, we decided to join. It gave us a chance to collect our thoughts.
The priest, ( a young man who attended the same high school, Bishop Amat, as did Dave’s daughters and grandson), gave a great homily on what God has in store for us. He noted that “In the end, everything will be ok. And if everything isn’t ok, it isn’t the end.”
I think I now have additional words of wisdom by which to live.
Details of the Funeral Services
ROSARY
On Thursday Evening, there will be a Rosary for Dave at his home parish of
St Louise de Marillac Catholic Church
1720 E Covina Bl
Covina, CA 91724
626-915-7873
http://www.stlouisedm.org/
Viewing: 5:00 – 7:00 pm
Rosary: 7:00 – 8:00 pm
FUNERAL
Funeral services will be held Friday morning, January 18, at the
Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels
555 W Temple St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
[213] 680-5200
Service 10:00 am
Reception to follow at the Cathedral Conference Center
Parking will be available at the Cathedral for $5.
Altmans Winnebago, in memory of Dave, will be closed on this Friday to allow our employees the opportunity to pay respects and mourn in whatever way they feel is appropriate.
FLOWERS
It was Dave’s thoughts that there are so many people out there who need help more than he needs flowers. A gift to charity would be appreciated instead of flowers. The care that Dave received during his illness incurred a debt of gratitude that we will never be able to repay (though the health-care bills will be paid, of course).
City of Hope Foundation
1500 E Duarte Rd
Duarte, CA 91010
Casa Colina Foundation
255 E. Bonita Av
Pomona, CA 91769
Altman Family Foundation (Various humanitarian charities)
c/o California Community Foundation
445 S Figueroa St, Suite 3400
Los Angeles, CA 90071
ACCOMMODATIONS
The closest hotels to the Cathedral :
Los Angeles Omni Hotel
251 S Olive St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(213) 617-3300
www.omnihotels.com
The Westin Bonaventure Hotel and Suites
404 South Figueroa Street
Los Angeles, CA 90071
(213) 624-1000
www.westin.com
If you would prefer to stay in the Covina area,
Radisson Suites Hotel Covina
1211 East Garvey St
Covina CA 91724
(888) 201-1718 US Toll Free
(626) 915-3441
A gracious question of many is “How are YOU doing?” For the record, I am doing quite well. While the passing of Dave is not an easy pill to swallow, I’ve had the distinct honor of watching a brother enter immortality in peace, and meeting so many wonderful people who knew Dave. What else could anyone ask for?
Marla, Dave’s wife, is a true inspiration to all of us. She has set an example on how one allows a loved one to pass into the arms of the Angels
And, given the circumstances, the family is doing well also. When our mother passed away about 11 months ago, we found strength many of us never knew we had. That strength found its way back to our spirits and is helping us all right now.
This morning, I accompanied Marla and some family members to the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels to confirm some final arrangements. The staff is so accommodating and supportive that the process is very smooth.
As our meeting ended shortly after noon, and the daily 12:10 pm mass at the Cathedral was about to begin, we decided to join. It gave us a chance to collect our thoughts.
The priest, ( a young man who attended the same high school, Bishop Amat, as did Dave’s daughters and grandson), gave a great homily on what God has in store for us. He noted that “In the end, everything will be ok. And if everything isn’t ok, it isn’t the end.”
I think I now have additional words of wisdom by which to live.
Details of the Funeral Services
ROSARY
On Thursday Evening, there will be a Rosary for Dave at his home parish of
St Louise de Marillac Catholic Church
1720 E Covina Bl
Covina, CA 91724
626-915-7873
http://www.stlouisedm.org/
Viewing: 5:00 – 7:00 pm
Rosary: 7:00 – 8:00 pm
FUNERAL
Funeral services will be held Friday morning, January 18, at the
Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels
555 W Temple St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
[213] 680-5200
Service 10:00 am
Reception to follow at the Cathedral Conference Center
Parking will be available at the Cathedral for $5.
Altmans Winnebago, in memory of Dave, will be closed on this Friday to allow our employees the opportunity to pay respects and mourn in whatever way they feel is appropriate.
FLOWERS
It was Dave’s thoughts that there are so many people out there who need help more than he needs flowers. A gift to charity would be appreciated instead of flowers. The care that Dave received during his illness incurred a debt of gratitude that we will never be able to repay (though the health-care bills will be paid, of course).
City of Hope Foundation
1500 E Duarte Rd
Duarte, CA 91010
Casa Colina Foundation
255 E. Bonita Av
Pomona, CA 91769
Altman Family Foundation (Various humanitarian charities)
c/o California Community Foundation
445 S Figueroa St, Suite 3400
Los Angeles, CA 90071
ACCOMMODATIONS
The closest hotels to the Cathedral :
Los Angeles Omni Hotel
251 S Olive St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(213) 617-3300
www.omnihotels.com
The Westin Bonaventure Hotel and Suites
404 South Figueroa Street
Los Angeles, CA 90071
(213) 624-1000
www.westin.com
If you would prefer to stay in the Covina area,
Radisson Suites Hotel Covina
1211 East Garvey St
Covina CA 91724
(888) 201-1718 US Toll Free
(626) 915-3441
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Funeral Arrangements
On Thursday Evening, there will tentatively be a Rosary for Dave at his home parish of
St Louise de Marillac Catholic Church
1720 E Covina Bl
Covina, CA 91724
626-915-7873
http://www.stlouisedm.org/
Viewing: 5:00 – 7:00 pm
Rosary: 7:00 – 8:00 pm
Funeral services will be held Friday morning, January 18, at the
Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels
555 W Temple St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
[213] 680-5200
Service 10:00 am
Reception to follow at the Cathedral Conference Center
This site will be updated periodically throughout the week.
St Louise de Marillac Catholic Church
1720 E Covina Bl
Covina, CA 91724
626-915-7873
http://www.stlouisedm.org/
Viewing: 5:00 – 7:00 pm
Rosary: 7:00 – 8:00 pm
Funeral services will be held Friday morning, January 18, at the
Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels
555 W Temple St
Los Angeles, CA 90012
[213] 680-5200
Service 10:00 am
Reception to follow at the Cathedral Conference Center
This site will be updated periodically throughout the week.
Saturday Morning, January 12, 2008.
At shortly before 4:00 am, Saturday morning, January 12, the Good Lord gently welcomed Dave Altman into his arms.
Dave passed peacefully with his wife Marla, his children Tina, Debbie, and Steven, and several other family members at his side.
David J Altmanshofer was born November 16, 1941 in Columbus Nebraska. There he attended St. Bonaventure Catholic School. In June, 1961, he married his high-school sweetheart Marla and after a short time in Lincoln, Nebraska moved to Southern California in 1966.
Dave was preceded in death by his daughter Cheryl, his father Gary, and his mother Lillian.
Dave is survived by his wife Marla, his daughters Tina and Debbie, his son Steven, nine grandchildren, one great-grandchild, six sisters, and a brother.
For his family, the lights on earth became a bit dimmer, but the stars in the sky have never shined brighter. The prayers and kind wishes of everyone made Dave’s final days with us filled with great peace. Those prayers are also giving those of us who survived Dave the strength, courage, and tranquility to continue.
Details on final arrangements will be posted here in the next few days.
There are no words to express the sorrow or gratitude I feel. Thank you.
Dave passed peacefully with his wife Marla, his children Tina, Debbie, and Steven, and several other family members at his side.
David J Altmanshofer was born November 16, 1941 in Columbus Nebraska. There he attended St. Bonaventure Catholic School. In June, 1961, he married his high-school sweetheart Marla and after a short time in Lincoln, Nebraska moved to Southern California in 1966.
Dave was preceded in death by his daughter Cheryl, his father Gary, and his mother Lillian.
Dave is survived by his wife Marla, his daughters Tina and Debbie, his son Steven, nine grandchildren, one great-grandchild, six sisters, and a brother.
For his family, the lights on earth became a bit dimmer, but the stars in the sky have never shined brighter. The prayers and kind wishes of everyone made Dave’s final days with us filled with great peace. Those prayers are also giving those of us who survived Dave the strength, courage, and tranquility to continue.
Details on final arrangements will be posted here in the next few days.
There are no words to express the sorrow or gratitude I feel. Thank you.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Friday Morning, January 11, 2008
Due to a fairly extreme level of discomfort, Dave’s healthcare providers have placed him on higher doses of pain medication.
Through Wednesday, Dave has been pretty conversational with the visitors that have joined him. His eyesight and hearing allowed him to carry on normal, though sometimes short, conversations.
He has been surrounded by family members and a wealth of friends and business associates in the last few days. For the limited time that Dave was awake, he acknowledged his guests with smiles, quick comments, and handshakes.
I had the good fortune to spend the entire day on Thursday at the hospice with him and he is aware of the advancement the cancer has made in his body. He resisted the drugs that would ease his discomfort because they also made him drowsy and less able to interact with those around him.
As the day progressed, his option to decline the treatment went away and Thursday pain rendered him sleeping most of the day; Dave’s condition is deteriorating with time.
He still has had all of the comment, cards, and thoughts read to him and his facial expressions indicate his acknowledgement.
This has been a very difficult time for Dave as well as for a great number of family members and acquaintances. The prayers have helped Dave deal with a terrible situation and, without question, have made a lot of things much easier on the rest of us.
To all who follow Dave’s condition, thank you.
Through Wednesday, Dave has been pretty conversational with the visitors that have joined him. His eyesight and hearing allowed him to carry on normal, though sometimes short, conversations.
He has been surrounded by family members and a wealth of friends and business associates in the last few days. For the limited time that Dave was awake, he acknowledged his guests with smiles, quick comments, and handshakes.
I had the good fortune to spend the entire day on Thursday at the hospice with him and he is aware of the advancement the cancer has made in his body. He resisted the drugs that would ease his discomfort because they also made him drowsy and less able to interact with those around him.
As the day progressed, his option to decline the treatment went away and Thursday pain rendered him sleeping most of the day; Dave’s condition is deteriorating with time.
He still has had all of the comment, cards, and thoughts read to him and his facial expressions indicate his acknowledgement.
This has been a very difficult time for Dave as well as for a great number of family members and acquaintances. The prayers have helped Dave deal with a terrible situation and, without question, have made a lot of things much easier on the rest of us.
To all who follow Dave’s condition, thank you.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Sunday Evening, January 6, 2008
Today was not a usual day here in Southern California. It was raining most of the day and it was actually my birthday. I am lucky to be born on the same day as when we celebrate the arrival of the Three Maji to the side of Jesus in Bethlehem. For years it was called the Epiphany and many cultures celebrate it as Little Christmas.
Since rain happens seldom here, as we live in a literal desert, and my birthday actually happens only once every six or seven years nowadays, it was an unusual day. It was also the first full day my brother Dave spent in hospice.
At 9:30 this morning, Fr. Eugene, a close friend of Dave and the family, celebrated mass for us in the hospice chapel. Nearly every member of my extended family was there and, most important, Dave was also there. The mass and the attendance of so many people was a celebration of Dave, having nothing to do with my birthday.
And, oddly enough, I looked around and saw Dave joining in the prayers and said to myself, there could be no better birthday celebration – surrounded by people who cared about me and about whom I cared. And my birthday didn’t matter.
Because I refuse to get older, maybe I AM becoming more mature. My maternal grandmother used to give us, as a birthday gift, a dollar and a piece of gum. Thankfully, two of my sisters enhanced my birthday with that gift this year also. Most importantly, in the past few days, I’ve been touched by nearly everyone who is special to me.
The other highlight of the last few days was all of the visitors Dave had. Knowing our family, it’s no surprise we were all there. But the parade of friends, friends of friends, extended family, employees, customers, and business associates was very touching.
A close friend of my sister Peggy provided a huge lasagna dinner for all of us and while we were sitting around eating, we all made the comment that everyone who visited, caused a HUGE smile to come across Dave’s face when they came into the room.
For example, Mike Schneider, a friend in the RV business that Dave and I have known for years, came in when I had stepped out. He walked into the building and my sisters Mary and Sue noticed his shirt had the Go RVing logo on it. They figured, from his lost look, that he might need help.
He said he was looking for Dave, and Dave’s face beamed when he walked in and said hello. Someone asked where he was from, and he replied he was from Ventura. They asked if he had a dealership out there and Mike just answered that he was in advertising.
I’m not one to blow anyone’s cover but Mike Schneider is President of the Affinity Group. The Affinity Group publishes huge RV Magazines such as Trailer Life and Motorhome along with about 41 other titles, owns the Good Sam Club, a nationwide organization of over 1 million RVers, and many more ventures.
Mike’s humility and character are beyond words and Dave made a special point to make sure I knew that. I did know that.
For years Dave has seen himself as somewhat of a wine connoisseur. He actually knows a lot – even more than my knowledge that if you order a red wine, they always forget somehow to make sure it’s cold.
Back to the subject, someone had the bright idea to give him a bit of wine with his dinner. We now know how to make him happy again at meal time. I think I read somewhere, in a movie magazine or something, that a little booze with pain killers will put a smile on anyone’s face.
When I left tonight, Dave wished me Happy Birthday. I told him that the longer he hung around, me being the “cross he has to bear” and all, that I think he got about 35 years credit in purgatory for every hour spent with me. Those of you with long-standing Catholic teaching know of what I’m speaking. He laughed, I held his hand, and I said good night.
Yes, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you Dave!
p.s. Good Lord this posting is long. I'm sorry.
Since rain happens seldom here, as we live in a literal desert, and my birthday actually happens only once every six or seven years nowadays, it was an unusual day. It was also the first full day my brother Dave spent in hospice.
At 9:30 this morning, Fr. Eugene, a close friend of Dave and the family, celebrated mass for us in the hospice chapel. Nearly every member of my extended family was there and, most important, Dave was also there. The mass and the attendance of so many people was a celebration of Dave, having nothing to do with my birthday.
And, oddly enough, I looked around and saw Dave joining in the prayers and said to myself, there could be no better birthday celebration – surrounded by people who cared about me and about whom I cared. And my birthday didn’t matter.
Because I refuse to get older, maybe I AM becoming more mature. My maternal grandmother used to give us, as a birthday gift, a dollar and a piece of gum. Thankfully, two of my sisters enhanced my birthday with that gift this year also. Most importantly, in the past few days, I’ve been touched by nearly everyone who is special to me.
The other highlight of the last few days was all of the visitors Dave had. Knowing our family, it’s no surprise we were all there. But the parade of friends, friends of friends, extended family, employees, customers, and business associates was very touching.
A close friend of my sister Peggy provided a huge lasagna dinner for all of us and while we were sitting around eating, we all made the comment that everyone who visited, caused a HUGE smile to come across Dave’s face when they came into the room.
For example, Mike Schneider, a friend in the RV business that Dave and I have known for years, came in when I had stepped out. He walked into the building and my sisters Mary and Sue noticed his shirt had the Go RVing logo on it. They figured, from his lost look, that he might need help.
He said he was looking for Dave, and Dave’s face beamed when he walked in and said hello. Someone asked where he was from, and he replied he was from Ventura. They asked if he had a dealership out there and Mike just answered that he was in advertising.
I’m not one to blow anyone’s cover but Mike Schneider is President of the Affinity Group. The Affinity Group publishes huge RV Magazines such as Trailer Life and Motorhome along with about 41 other titles, owns the Good Sam Club, a nationwide organization of over 1 million RVers, and many more ventures.
Mike’s humility and character are beyond words and Dave made a special point to make sure I knew that. I did know that.
For years Dave has seen himself as somewhat of a wine connoisseur. He actually knows a lot – even more than my knowledge that if you order a red wine, they always forget somehow to make sure it’s cold.
Back to the subject, someone had the bright idea to give him a bit of wine with his dinner. We now know how to make him happy again at meal time. I think I read somewhere, in a movie magazine or something, that a little booze with pain killers will put a smile on anyone’s face.
When I left tonight, Dave wished me Happy Birthday. I told him that the longer he hung around, me being the “cross he has to bear” and all, that I think he got about 35 years credit in purgatory for every hour spent with me. Those of you with long-standing Catholic teaching know of what I’m speaking. He laughed, I held his hand, and I said good night.
Yes, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had. Thank you Dave!
p.s. Good Lord this posting is long. I'm sorry.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Saturday Evening, January 5, 2008
Dave was moved late this afternoon to
Citrus Valley Hospice
820 N Phillips Av
West Covina, CA 91791
626-859-2263
Because Dave’s condition no longer requires cancer treatment nor physical rehabilitation, the new facility is more appropriate.
He has a large room with amenities aimed at providing comfort for Dave and his family and visitors. Citrus Valley Hospice is one of only 32 free-standing hospice facilities in the country.
Today was a very busy day for Dave and the rest of us. Judy, our sister from North Carolina returned to spend time with Dave and the family and Dave had visits from a wide array of friends, family, Altmans’ employees, and business associates.
In all truthfulness, it was a fairly difficult day for those close to Dave. The peace Dave is experiencing is not fully engulfing the rest of us, and I found Dave actually comforting me. It is nice to realize some things don’t change.
As he settles in to his new environment, I will update you all on how things are progressing. Again, all of Dave’s family want to thank you for your kindness and compassion.
Citrus Valley Hospice
820 N Phillips Av
West Covina, CA 91791
626-859-2263
Because Dave’s condition no longer requires cancer treatment nor physical rehabilitation, the new facility is more appropriate.
He has a large room with amenities aimed at providing comfort for Dave and his family and visitors. Citrus Valley Hospice is one of only 32 free-standing hospice facilities in the country.
Today was a very busy day for Dave and the rest of us. Judy, our sister from North Carolina returned to spend time with Dave and the family and Dave had visits from a wide array of friends, family, Altmans’ employees, and business associates.
In all truthfulness, it was a fairly difficult day for those close to Dave. The peace Dave is experiencing is not fully engulfing the rest of us, and I found Dave actually comforting me. It is nice to realize some things don’t change.
As he settles in to his new environment, I will update you all on how things are progressing. Again, all of Dave’s family want to thank you for your kindness and compassion.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Friday Evening, January 4, 2008
I am writing tonight’s posting with a terribly heavy heart. We got results back from tests performed on Dave and the findings are not good.
The cancer has spread significantly since Dave’s initial hospitalization. In addition, Dave cannot be administered blood-thinners due to the risk of internal bleeding, and blood clots are forming in his lungs and impeding his respiration.
There are no medical treatments for his current condition, and his time with us is quite limited.
Dave is aware of his condition and fully at peace with it. His desire to have made a difference in the world on which he lived is paramount in his mind. While the final answer to that question lies with Divine Providence, I told him I had no doubt that the earth was a better place for him having walked upon it.
His sense of humor is still intact. We both agreed that only I could get away with using Marla’s nickname of “Big Mama”. Even he dare not use that pet name. It’s not that she’s big – far from it. It’s just that I said it one time, and she didn’t hit me, so it stuck.
He also noticed, while eating his dinner tonight, that my sister Anne and her husband Gus mistook his brown gravy for soup. The look on his face when he got a spoonful was priceless. You could say shock was an understatment.
He had another visit today from Cardinal Roger Mahony. I don’t know why I always miss those visits and my sister Sue and niece Tina “just happen” to be there. I guess they need blessings a lot more than I do. That’s the only explanation I can figure out.
I had the pleasure of speaking one-on-one with Dave for a time. I told him how lucky I was to have him as a mentor, a brother, and a friend. He squeezed my hand and told me how lucky he felt to have me as his brother. “God threw me a big curve ball this time”, he said. I held his hand, told him I agreed, and that I loved him.
We read him the cards and emails from today and it, with the exception of having Marla at his side, is the highlight of his day. To everyone who sent him their kind and wonderful thoughts; thank you.
Dave is still welcoming visitors. He will be at Casa Colina through this weekend but may be moved to another facility next week. If you plan on visiting, check this log and I will make sure it is updated with his location.
Everyone’s path in life is a mystery, and the path Dave will follow in the upcoming days is also unknown. Your prayers are appreciated beyond words.
The cancer has spread significantly since Dave’s initial hospitalization. In addition, Dave cannot be administered blood-thinners due to the risk of internal bleeding, and blood clots are forming in his lungs and impeding his respiration.
There are no medical treatments for his current condition, and his time with us is quite limited.
Dave is aware of his condition and fully at peace with it. His desire to have made a difference in the world on which he lived is paramount in his mind. While the final answer to that question lies with Divine Providence, I told him I had no doubt that the earth was a better place for him having walked upon it.
His sense of humor is still intact. We both agreed that only I could get away with using Marla’s nickname of “Big Mama”. Even he dare not use that pet name. It’s not that she’s big – far from it. It’s just that I said it one time, and she didn’t hit me, so it stuck.
He also noticed, while eating his dinner tonight, that my sister Anne and her husband Gus mistook his brown gravy for soup. The look on his face when he got a spoonful was priceless. You could say shock was an understatment.
He had another visit today from Cardinal Roger Mahony. I don’t know why I always miss those visits and my sister Sue and niece Tina “just happen” to be there. I guess they need blessings a lot more than I do. That’s the only explanation I can figure out.
I had the pleasure of speaking one-on-one with Dave for a time. I told him how lucky I was to have him as a mentor, a brother, and a friend. He squeezed my hand and told me how lucky he felt to have me as his brother. “God threw me a big curve ball this time”, he said. I held his hand, told him I agreed, and that I loved him.
We read him the cards and emails from today and it, with the exception of having Marla at his side, is the highlight of his day. To everyone who sent him their kind and wonderful thoughts; thank you.
Dave is still welcoming visitors. He will be at Casa Colina through this weekend but may be moved to another facility next week. If you plan on visiting, check this log and I will make sure it is updated with his location.
Everyone’s path in life is a mystery, and the path Dave will follow in the upcoming days is also unknown. Your prayers are appreciated beyond words.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
A Thank You note from Marla and Family
A Belated Thank You
I have been very remiss in not acknowledging all those who sent flowers, gift packages, food etc. First of all I don’t have addresses for everyone and they are not noted on the gift cards. So I apologize for having to do this through the blog.
A beautiful bouquet of assorted fresh flowers with sunflowers and roses among them with a big get-well balloon---Ed Thor @ Coachnet
A plant from Grand Florist in Glendora -- Peter Kinden, Mark McNulty and the “Team Stier” @ Stier’s RV
A silk plant of fern , ivy and small sunflowers---Fran and Ken Hesser
Small Christmas tree with assorted sized red balls—Roger Freelund and Jon Anderson of American Guardian Warranty Services
Silk poinsettia plant—Friends at Bank of America
Lovely vase of flowers –Friends @ RVIA
Huge gift basket of assorted crackers, cookies and other treats—Steve Sefton and the Staff of Mellon 1st Business Bank
A basket with several bottles of Sterling wines and assorted goodies—Kevin Fretz, Jeff Stowe, Danielle Perrault from Key Bank Recreation Lending
Vase of assorted flowers including sunflowers, roses and small daisies—Skip Daum and Kerri @ CalRVDA
Bouquet of flowers—Todd Inman and the Magis Institute
Large plant—Carl Ehry and the staff of the RV Foundation
Platters of meats and cheeses, pastas and rolls—Mellon Bank
Vase of mixed flowers including lavenders, yellow stargazers etc.—Altman employees of Baldwin Park and Carson (also Carson- the employee autographed coffee mug)
Huge tub of DVDs, candies, games, crossword books, huge lion slippers, etc.—Colton store
Orchid plant-Mario Del Fante
Flower arrangement with white stargazers and sunflowers among them—Via Verde Management
An array of specially cooked dinners by Sherry and Spices—courtesy of Key Bank
Your kind thoughts and well wishes are greatly appreciated. If I have missed anyone, I sincerely apologize.
Marla and all the Altman family
I have been very remiss in not acknowledging all those who sent flowers, gift packages, food etc. First of all I don’t have addresses for everyone and they are not noted on the gift cards. So I apologize for having to do this through the blog.
A beautiful bouquet of assorted fresh flowers with sunflowers and roses among them with a big get-well balloon---Ed Thor @ Coachnet
A plant from Grand Florist in Glendora -- Peter Kinden, Mark McNulty and the “Team Stier” @ Stier’s RV
A silk plant of fern , ivy and small sunflowers---Fran and Ken Hesser
Small Christmas tree with assorted sized red balls—Roger Freelund and Jon Anderson of American Guardian Warranty Services
Silk poinsettia plant—Friends at Bank of America
Lovely vase of flowers –Friends @ RVIA
Huge gift basket of assorted crackers, cookies and other treats—Steve Sefton and the Staff of Mellon 1st Business Bank
A basket with several bottles of Sterling wines and assorted goodies—Kevin Fretz, Jeff Stowe, Danielle Perrault from Key Bank Recreation Lending
Vase of assorted flowers including sunflowers, roses and small daisies—Skip Daum and Kerri @ CalRVDA
Bouquet of flowers—Todd Inman and the Magis Institute
Large plant—Carl Ehry and the staff of the RV Foundation
Platters of meats and cheeses, pastas and rolls—Mellon Bank
Vase of mixed flowers including lavenders, yellow stargazers etc.—Altman employees of Baldwin Park and Carson (also Carson- the employee autographed coffee mug)
Huge tub of DVDs, candies, games, crossword books, huge lion slippers, etc.—Colton store
Orchid plant-Mario Del Fante
Flower arrangement with white stargazers and sunflowers among them—Via Verde Management
An array of specially cooked dinners by Sherry and Spices—courtesy of Key Bank
Your kind thoughts and well wishes are greatly appreciated. If I have missed anyone, I sincerely apologize.
Marla and all the Altman family
Thursday Morning, January 3, 2008
The reason for the long delay between entries has been, not only the holidays, but a lack in new information.
Dave has been on a slow road to recovery with little discernible change. It is still a bit too soon to detect the effects of the radiation and Tarsiva therapies so we’ve been encountering a wait-and-see period.
Dave experienced some significant distress in his digestive system and his doctors made some adjustments in his medication. They also ordered a colonoscopy which was completed yesterday morning. Dave wasn’t all that pleased with the prospect of that procedure but endured it nonetheless.
With the Holidays over, our lives and schedules can return to a semblance of normalcy. The Holidays did bring a wealth of visitors to Dave’s bedside including one from his nephew Ryan who got the “traveled the longest distance award” as he came from
The Christmas wishes were a very welcome experience for Dave and he, and his family, are very grateful. Dave is also grateful about the USC victory in the Rose Bowl and doesn’t really care much about the impending championship game in
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday Morning, December 28, 2007
Dave had a visit back to the City of Hope to check the progress of the cancer treatments. There was some evidence that the blood tests showed some weak signs of improvement but the true results wont be known for a couple of days.
The doors for visiting are pretty wide open now with some exceptions if Dave is out for physical therapy. Actually 4pm to 7pm during the week and all day on Saturday and Sunday is best.
One of Dave’s friends sent him an excerpt which we read to him a while ago. It helped him (and us) place things in perspective. I’m sharing part of that with those of you who have an interest today.
Commentator and broadcaster Tony Snow announced that he had colon cancer in 2005. Following surgery and chemo-therapy, Snow joined the Bush administration in April 2006 as press secretary. Unfortunately, on March 23 Snow, 51, a husband and father of three, announced that the cancer had recurred, with tumors found in his abdomen—leading to surgery in April, followed by more chemotherapy. Snow went back to work in the White House Briefing Room on May 30, but resigned August 31. CT asked Snow what spiritual lessons he has been learning through the ordeal.
Blessings arrive in unexpected packages—in my case, cancer.
Those of us with potentially fatal diseases—and there are millions in America today—find ourselves in the odd position of coping with our mortality while trying to fathom God's will.
Although it would be the height of presumption to declare with confidence What It All Means, Scripture provides powerful hints and consolations.
The first is that we shouldn't spend too much time trying to answer the why questions: Why me? Why must people suffer? Why can't someone else get sick? We can't answer such things, and the questions themselves often are designed more to express our anguish than to solicit an answer.
I don't know why I have cancer, and I don't much care. It is what it is—a plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape.
Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite this—because of it—God offers the possibility of salvation and grace. We don't know how the narrative of our lives will end, but we get to choose how to use the interval between now and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety. The mere thought of dying can send adrenaline flooding through your system. A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you. Your heart thumps; your head swims.
You think of nothingness and swoon. You fear partings; you worry about the impact on family and friends. You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death, but into life—and that the journey continues after we have finished our days on this earth. We accept this on faith, but that faith is nourished by a conviction that stirs even within many non-believing hearts—an intuition that the gift of life, once given, cannot be taken away.
Those who have been stricken enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight with their might, main, and faith to live—fully, richly, exuberantly—no matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts. God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable ease—smooth, even trails as far as the eye can see—but God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehension—and yet don't.
By his love and grace, we persevere. The challenges that make our hearts leap and stomachs churn invariably strengthen our faith and grant measures of wisdom and joy we would not experience otherwise.
The doors for visiting are pretty wide open now with some exceptions if Dave is out for physical therapy. Actually 4pm to 7pm during the week and all day on Saturday and Sunday is best.
One of Dave’s friends sent him an excerpt which we read to him a while ago. It helped him (and us) place things in perspective. I’m sharing part of that with those of you who have an interest today.
Commentator and broadcaster Tony Snow announced that he had colon cancer in 2005. Following surgery and chemo-therapy, Snow joined the Bush administration in April 2006 as press secretary. Unfortunately, on March 23 Snow, 51, a husband and father of three, announced that the cancer had recurred, with tumors found in his abdomen—leading to surgery in April, followed by more chemotherapy. Snow went back to work in the White House Briefing Room on May 30, but resigned August 31. CT asked Snow what spiritual lessons he has been learning through the ordeal.
Blessings arrive in unexpected packages—in my case, cancer.
Those of us with potentially fatal diseases—and there are millions in America today—find ourselves in the odd position of coping with our mortality while trying to fathom God's will.
Although it would be the height of presumption to declare with confidence What It All Means, Scripture provides powerful hints and consolations.
The first is that we shouldn't spend too much time trying to answer the why questions: Why me? Why must people suffer? Why can't someone else get sick? We can't answer such things, and the questions themselves often are designed more to express our anguish than to solicit an answer.
I don't know why I have cancer, and I don't much care. It is what it is—a plain and indisputable fact. Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly, great and stunning truths begin to take shape.
Our maladies define a central feature of our existence: We are fallen. We are imperfect. Our bodies give out.
But despite this—because of it—God offers the possibility of salvation and grace. We don't know how the narrative of our lives will end, but we get to choose how to use the interval between now and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety. The mere thought of dying can send adrenaline flooding through your system. A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you. Your heart thumps; your head swims.
You think of nothingness and swoon. You fear partings; you worry about the impact on family and friends. You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death, but into life—and that the journey continues after we have finished our days on this earth. We accept this on faith, but that faith is nourished by a conviction that stirs even within many non-believing hearts—an intuition that the gift of life, once given, cannot be taken away.
Those who have been stricken enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight with their might, main, and faith to live—fully, richly, exuberantly—no matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts. God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable ease—smooth, even trails as far as the eye can see—but God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehension—and yet don't.
By his love and grace, we persevere. The challenges that make our hearts leap and stomachs churn invariably strengthen our faith and grant measures of wisdom and joy we would not experience otherwise.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Wednesday Afternoon, December 26, 2007
The long Christmas weekend is over and not much has changed.
Dave spent the holidays with friends and family. On Christmas Eve, the family got together at our sister Peggy’s home which is slightly less than a mile from the hospital. That allowed for visits from family members. We had considered moving the party to the hospital lounge but determined it would be a bit overwhelming.
On Christmas, Dave spent the day with Marla, his children, and grand children.
His treatments are working, albeit slowly. His patience is amazing. The highlight of his days are when we read him the messages on this blog, the emails through me at JoeAltman@Altmans.com, and the cards he gets. For all of you who have sent him a message, thank you. And keep up the good work.
Dave spent the holidays with friends and family. On Christmas Eve, the family got together at our sister Peggy’s home which is slightly less than a mile from the hospital. That allowed for visits from family members. We had considered moving the party to the hospital lounge but determined it would be a bit overwhelming.
On Christmas, Dave spent the day with Marla, his children, and grand children.
His treatments are working, albeit slowly. His patience is amazing. The highlight of his days are when we read him the messages on this blog, the emails through me at JoeAltman@Altmans.com, and the cards he gets. For all of you who have sent him a message, thank you. And keep up the good work.
Friday, December 21, 2007
Friday Morning, December 21, 2007
Today is the shortest day of the year and Dave is still “hanging in there”. His spirits are good and he has been busy with a lot of friends visiting. The medical prognosis is still very cloudy, but we all understand that Dave’s future is in the hands of God, so we take it one day at a time.
Yesterday Dave had the good fortune to be visited by a flurry of people. George Selzer (who Dave still refers to as George Salazar--Dave he's German, not Mexican, I always to said) who has handled the electronic signs for the company, Santa Claus (really, Santa Claus, all dressed up with the white beard and all– I don’t know who it was but he knew Dave and I only pray I get something good this year), Frank Degelas- a business associate, and Lee Fitzgerald-a long-time friend in the RV Industry, and lastly one of Dave’s friends from church who might have seen me leave Mass early last Sunday.
Dave’s appetite is still not good. There will be pictures of Dave refusing food as memento's. For anyone who has ever dined with Dave, this is a very new experience. Being a sibling, I got to enjoy watching him eat his meal, and well as half of whatever desert I ordered.
Dave is enduring about 5 hours of therapy every day. He doesn’t really enjoy it . He questions if he’s making any improvement, but the therapists have told us his progress is normal.
It was four weeks ago yesterday that Dave fell ill. It sometimes seems like four months but we’ll just be patient. The number of cards and well-wished is astounding and very much appreciated.
The blog has not been updated for a few days because Marla and I were busy every day attending the Christmas Potlucks that each of our three locations has each year. This year the employees overwhelmingly decided the Annual Company Christmas Party would not be much fun with Dave in the hospital, so we stayed with our 3 individual, smaller gatherings.
We had our party in Baldwin Park on Tuesday, Carson on Wednesday, and Colton yesterday. Besides eating way too much, the parties were a great time to visit with our valued employees.
As I mentioned, one of Dave’s visitors on Thursday was Lee Fitzgerald. He flew down from Northern California. Lee and I are about the same age. Well actually, Lee is slightly older since he turned 50 a few months ago, and I’m still hanging in there at 44 (43 in dimly lit clubs and bars).
We’ve known Lee’s family for somewhere around 30 years! Dave served on the Board of Directors for Lee’s dealership, Venture Out RV, for several years and Dave has always had great respect for him.
Jokingly, I mentioned to Lee that he was the younger brother Dave always wanted. I was shocked (very shocked!) when Dave agreed.
Whatever happened to “No Joe, you’re the best younger brother anyone could ever want!”? Or, “No Joe, Lee would just be treated like a red-headed step-child if he were my brother.”
Debbie, Dave’s daughter, quickly grabbed all pillows and any other smothering tools in my reach, so I just sat there and sulked.
I just found out that on weekends, there is no physical therapy staff so family members get to rub this yucky stuff on Dave’s legs and help him to exercise. I hope Lee enjoys his new status as favorite brother.
The only reason I keep this up any more is the nice comments people make about this blog. Thank you. I'll update when there's more news. Or interesting stories.
Yesterday Dave had the good fortune to be visited by a flurry of people. George Selzer (who Dave still refers to as George Salazar--Dave he's German, not Mexican, I always to said) who has handled the electronic signs for the company, Santa Claus (really, Santa Claus, all dressed up with the white beard and all– I don’t know who it was but he knew Dave and I only pray I get something good this year), Frank Degelas- a business associate, and Lee Fitzgerald-a long-time friend in the RV Industry, and lastly one of Dave’s friends from church who might have seen me leave Mass early last Sunday.
Dave’s appetite is still not good. There will be pictures of Dave refusing food as memento's. For anyone who has ever dined with Dave, this is a very new experience. Being a sibling, I got to enjoy watching him eat his meal, and well as half of whatever desert I ordered.
Dave is enduring about 5 hours of therapy every day. He doesn’t really enjoy it . He questions if he’s making any improvement, but the therapists have told us his progress is normal.
It was four weeks ago yesterday that Dave fell ill. It sometimes seems like four months but we’ll just be patient. The number of cards and well-wished is astounding and very much appreciated.
The blog has not been updated for a few days because Marla and I were busy every day attending the Christmas Potlucks that each of our three locations has each year. This year the employees overwhelmingly decided the Annual Company Christmas Party would not be much fun with Dave in the hospital, so we stayed with our 3 individual, smaller gatherings.
We had our party in Baldwin Park on Tuesday, Carson on Wednesday, and Colton yesterday. Besides eating way too much, the parties were a great time to visit with our valued employees.
As I mentioned, one of Dave’s visitors on Thursday was Lee Fitzgerald. He flew down from Northern California. Lee and I are about the same age. Well actually, Lee is slightly older since he turned 50 a few months ago, and I’m still hanging in there at 44 (43 in dimly lit clubs and bars).
We’ve known Lee’s family for somewhere around 30 years! Dave served on the Board of Directors for Lee’s dealership, Venture Out RV, for several years and Dave has always had great respect for him.
Jokingly, I mentioned to Lee that he was the younger brother Dave always wanted. I was shocked (very shocked!) when Dave agreed.
Whatever happened to “No Joe, you’re the best younger brother anyone could ever want!”? Or, “No Joe, Lee would just be treated like a red-headed step-child if he were my brother.”
Debbie, Dave’s daughter, quickly grabbed all pillows and any other smothering tools in my reach, so I just sat there and sulked.
I just found out that on weekends, there is no physical therapy staff so family members get to rub this yucky stuff on Dave’s legs and help him to exercise. I hope Lee enjoys his new status as favorite brother.
The only reason I keep this up any more is the nice comments people make about this blog. Thank you. I'll update when there's more news. Or interesting stories.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Dave and Marla's Christmas Message
Christmas 2007
For at least fifteen years, it has been our tradition to enclose a Christmas letter in our Christmas cards to all our family and friends. Dave would always compose the letter and together we would send our Christmas message to everyone. We didn’t want to break that tradition.
We had a great year seeing friends and family across the country, making new friends in Kenya and enjoyed a fantastic Mediterranean cruise with friends in early November.
The Altman family lost their beloved mother, Lillian, to Alzheimer’s disease in February of this year. We welcomed a new grandson and a great grandson into this family this spring. Through Dave’s efforts the new MH/RV Hall of Fame in Elkhart, Ind. became a reality this year.
Tina and John keep busy with Ben, a freshman in high school and Brian in sixth grade this year and all their sports activities. Justin is in our Colton store doing a great job for the company. John’s daughter Janae and her husband Brandon welcomed Ryan William into the family in February.
Debbie and Steve bought a beautiful 2 ½ acre home in Escondido near San Diego and are doing great.
We are so glad to have Steven and Beth, Jacob (9), Audrey (6), Alexandra (5), Vincent (3), and little baby Christopher (9 mos.) near us again. Family is the most important thing in our lives.
As you know our lives changed on Thanksgiving Day when Dave woke with a terrible headache and had surgery to remove a mass from his brain. He has had the best care at City of Hope Hospital in Duarte and now at Casa Colina Rehabilitation Hospital in Pomona that we could ask for. We thank all of you for the many flowers, food, and care baskets, cards, and phone and blog messages that you have sent
It is impossible to thank you all personally, but I appreciate each and everyone more than you know. Dave and I want to thank one and all throughout the world for their prayers and kind words throughout this ordeal.
We are most grateful to Dave’s brother Joe and all the effort he has put into keeping all of you informed of Dave’s progress on the blog. I have to tell you though; he does take a lot of literary license with his comments on the blog. All of us have gotten very careful about what we say and do when he is around.
Dave and I are so thankful this season for our dear family and friends. We thank Joe, Steven, Danelle, and all the personnel at Altmans Winnebago for keeping the company running smoothly.
We wish all of you a very Blessed Christmas season. It goes without saying that wealth is not measured money, but by the many friends and loved ones you have around you. Please continue to keep us in your prayers. God willing, we hope to have him home with us soon.
Please help keep CHRIST in Christmas.
Love,
Marla and Dave
For at least fifteen years, it has been our tradition to enclose a Christmas letter in our Christmas cards to all our family and friends. Dave would always compose the letter and together we would send our Christmas message to everyone. We didn’t want to break that tradition.
We had a great year seeing friends and family across the country, making new friends in Kenya and enjoyed a fantastic Mediterranean cruise with friends in early November.
The Altman family lost their beloved mother, Lillian, to Alzheimer’s disease in February of this year. We welcomed a new grandson and a great grandson into this family this spring. Through Dave’s efforts the new MH/RV Hall of Fame in Elkhart, Ind. became a reality this year.
Tina and John keep busy with Ben, a freshman in high school and Brian in sixth grade this year and all their sports activities. Justin is in our Colton store doing a great job for the company. John’s daughter Janae and her husband Brandon welcomed Ryan William into the family in February.
Debbie and Steve bought a beautiful 2 ½ acre home in Escondido near San Diego and are doing great.
We are so glad to have Steven and Beth, Jacob (9), Audrey (6), Alexandra (5), Vincent (3), and little baby Christopher (9 mos.) near us again. Family is the most important thing in our lives.
As you know our lives changed on Thanksgiving Day when Dave woke with a terrible headache and had surgery to remove a mass from his brain. He has had the best care at City of Hope Hospital in Duarte and now at Casa Colina Rehabilitation Hospital in Pomona that we could ask for. We thank all of you for the many flowers, food, and care baskets, cards, and phone and blog messages that you have sent
It is impossible to thank you all personally, but I appreciate each and everyone more than you know. Dave and I want to thank one and all throughout the world for their prayers and kind words throughout this ordeal.
We are most grateful to Dave’s brother Joe and all the effort he has put into keeping all of you informed of Dave’s progress on the blog. I have to tell you though; he does take a lot of literary license with his comments on the blog. All of us have gotten very careful about what we say and do when he is around.
Dave and I are so thankful this season for our dear family and friends. We thank Joe, Steven, Danelle, and all the personnel at Altmans Winnebago for keeping the company running smoothly.
We wish all of you a very Blessed Christmas season. It goes without saying that wealth is not measured money, but by the many friends and loved ones you have around you. Please continue to keep us in your prayers. God willing, we hope to have him home with us soon.
Please help keep CHRIST in Christmas.
Love,
Marla and Dave
Monday, December 17, 2007
Monday Afternoon, December 17, 2007
Yesterday morning I went to visit Dave. I got there quite early and was his first visitor. He had finished breakfast and was all dressed and I commented on how good he looked. His voice is still a bit soft from the radiation, but he mentioned he felt blessed to have me as his first caller. I wasn’t sure if he was being honest or sarcastic (not knowing how many of my blogs he had read – I knew he had each comment read to him, but I think Marla spared him some of my postings).
I brought up that his breakfast looked like it was good, and he noted that his taste was not up to par so he didn’t care for it. I spotted a box of See’s chocolates and offered him some. That put a smile on his face! I figured I should have some too. We both were smiling.
I then updated him on the business, and told him of my day –getting up early for church, having to finish some work projects from home, cleaning out the cat box and spilling the sand all over my shoes, washing my car even though it was only 50 degrees outside, do laundry, and take care of some Christmas shopping. After about 15 minutes of me telling him of the monotonous day I was having, he had only a short statement to make, “You’re lucky!”.
Lucky! Lucky! Getting up at the crack of dawn to go to church! Finishing up on some projects needed for work because I couldn’t get them done by close of work on Friday. Washing a car. Have cat litter fall into my shoes. And Christmas shopping with the crowds only 9 days before Christmas! Lucky!
And then it hit me. Everything I take for granted is on his wish list; waking up in my own bed, going to Mass and seeing friends, being outside and enjoying the weather – even though it was chilly. And walking around with everyone else at the mall and finding gifts to make others happy.
I promised myself I would never preach or pontificate from this blog. That is better left to those with much greater skills, and who have led much more spiritual lives than me.
But no matter how mundane my life seems. Or how difficult a day at work may seem. I have a home, a job, a family who loves me, and a brother who thinks I’m lucky.
Without doubt, I am. Very lucky.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Sunday Morning, December 16, 2007
As I have been predicting for days, Dave completed his radiation therapy on Friday. He continues to be concerned about hair loss but I tried to explain that hair is truly over-rated and that he should just be happy to look a little more like me every day. I mean, it could be worse. He could look like Don Imus or Don King. In my own little way I try to bring peace to the lives of so many.
It’s now just a wait-and-see situation.
I also wanted to personally thank anyone who has sent candy or food to Dave. Though I guess it’s a tragedy that some of his family members might sample some of it before he can eat it all, he hasn’t lost his sweet tooth.
I was in his room yesterday and noticed a wicker basket with some cookies. Since they literally were calling my name, I decided to partake.
Now I’m not one to talk trash about nobody, but I noticed a little sticker, like those free return address labels you get in the mail from charities in the hopes that you’ll send a donation, that had Marla’s name and address on it.
Since Marla had left the room to make a phone call (that whole bra thing makes her a little uncomfortable when answering her cell phone around me anymore for fear she might give me “inspiration to put half-truths on the internet”), I decided to look around. After all, Dave was sleeping and being alone in room with stuff in it just INVITES snooping.
Everything that belonged to Dave or her had a sticker on it! Candy boxes, books, DVD’s, her brand new camera we bought so she could take pictures of Dave so we can make fun of him when he’s all better, a plate that held a cake! I was afraid to check his clothing for fear there were stickers on that.
Being the thoughtful considerate person I am, I found her stack of return address labels (My Lord she must be a charitable person), and put them on her purse, a box of Kleenex, his glass of juice, the chair she usually sits in, and the inside of her jacket. I figured I’d be like Santa’s little helper and give her a hand.
Then, because even though I’m bigger than she is, she still scares me, I decided to head out before she got back. I’m a little afraid of gong back today but I will.
Dave still loves all of the messages he gets. Marla has pages of notes she takes on his responses to each. It’s his contact with all of his great friends so thank you.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Friday Afternoon, December 14, 2007 (later)
We spoke to the doctor's and asked what's next? When the radiation treatment is complete and now that he's been on Tarsiva for a couple of weeks, when will we know the prognosis of his condition?
It's now a wait-and-see situation. Of course we were hoping that we'd know if remission was around the corner but, from what I understand, it's now time to let the treatment take its course. In 4 to 8 weeks, they will perform more CT scans (I guess you don't want them if you don't need them due to the radiation involved) to check the progress of the cancer.
I liken it to putting a cake in the oven -- if you open the door evey minute, nothings gonna change. Just wait the 50 minutes and then stick a toothpick in it to see if its done. I hope this analogy isn't disrespectful.
In the meantime, Dave will be starting his Physical Therapy everyday at 730 am. Then for about 5 to 6 hours they will be working to bring him back to full mobility. I don't envy him -- but the hospital and his family are there to support him.
Again, thanks to everyone who has left a message for Dave. And if you can't figure out how to do it, you're not alone. Just send an email to me at JoeAltman@Altmans.com and I will print it out and make sure he gets it.
Have a great weekend.
Oh yeah, if something big develops, I'll let you know. And silence on my part is an indication of lack of time and possible laziness, not bad news about Dave. Any big news will be updated immediatly.
It's now a wait-and-see situation. Of course we were hoping that we'd know if remission was around the corner but, from what I understand, it's now time to let the treatment take its course. In 4 to 8 weeks, they will perform more CT scans (I guess you don't want them if you don't need them due to the radiation involved) to check the progress of the cancer.
I liken it to putting a cake in the oven -- if you open the door evey minute, nothings gonna change. Just wait the 50 minutes and then stick a toothpick in it to see if its done. I hope this analogy isn't disrespectful.
In the meantime, Dave will be starting his Physical Therapy everyday at 730 am. Then for about 5 to 6 hours they will be working to bring him back to full mobility. I don't envy him -- but the hospital and his family are there to support him.
Again, thanks to everyone who has left a message for Dave. And if you can't figure out how to do it, you're not alone. Just send an email to me at JoeAltman@Altmans.com and I will print it out and make sure he gets it.
Have a great weekend.
Oh yeah, if something big develops, I'll let you know. And silence on my part is an indication of lack of time and possible laziness, not bad news about Dave. Any big news will be updated immediatly.
Friday Afternoon, December 14, 2007
I guess this blog has been a lifeline to information on Dave’s condition. Please accept my apologies for not updating it since Tuesday.
There actually isn’t much new news. Dave did get his catheter removed (I ran from the room when I heard that was happening; I’ve never had one, don’t ever want one, I know somewhat what they are, and I didn’t want to see it removed!). It can be viewed as one small step for the nurses but one giant step for Dave. 30 minutes later when I had the courage to return to his room, he was smiling and glad it was removed.
Today is the final day of his radiation treatments at the City of Hope. That will give his current care facility the opportunity to work on his Physical Rehabilitation full time without the mid-day excursion to another hospital.
We’ve been warned that the radiation therapy caused fatigue and a loss of voice – that is happening – but hopefully it will be short lived. Marla stopped at McDonalds this morning to get him a McGriddle with egg. I guess he likes them and he’s more likely to eat what he likes than what he doesn’t really care for. Hello cholesterol!
Many people wonder what goes on all the hours Dave is in the hospital. Well, here’s an example. Since we all know that one of the biggest factors in Dave’s recovery is rest, when he finally falls asleep, no one want to do anything to wake him up so we whisper, write notes, panic if one of our cell phones rings, etc.
It was the last thing that might give you an idea of how we spend Dave’s sleeping hours. On Saturday morning, Marla and I were in the room, whispering when Marla’s phone went off. In her back pocket! For the next 15 rings, she struggles to locate her phone and then answer it. Well by that time, the caller had hung up. I decided to show Marla the great “vibrate” mode which wouldn’t wake Dave but still let her know of an incoming call.
We put the phone on vibrate and she put it in the pocket of her jacket. I explained that she needed it next to her body or she might not feel the vibration. After much consternation (the whole back pocket thing wouldn’t work well still) she decided that (oh, she’s gonna kill me for this one!) her bra would be handy.
Well, the first time that phone rang, the new experience of the vibration first sent a shocked look to her face and then a funny smile. (I prefer a front pocket but that’s how bad, bad, bad rumors get started). By last Sunday afternoon, each of my six sisters and Dave’s two daughters had adopted the “bra” thing.
Picture it, 9 women grabbing their bra every time some little buzzing took place. It was so precious I couldn’t let it go.
Also, last Sunday evening, when just Judy, Anne, a family friend, Bonnie Baller, and I were in the room, Dave fell asleep. We all started conversing in whispers, and I noticed that Dave’s mouth had fallen open. You know the look – that phenomenon that we’re all afraid will happen to us if we fall asleep on a plane – the jaw drop!
Since we were making fun of Dave in his sleep, I found a felt tip pen that I thought would be nice to maybe draw a removable moustache and thicker eye brows on Dave, and headed toward Dave’s little, angelic, sleeping face.
They caught me and stopped it, but I just blamed my hospital room boredom. Dave woke up, I denied everything, and we conversed for a while. Dave commented that my humor, including my remark that Marla would be “madder’n Jesse Jackson being paged to a white courtesy phone” if she saw the moustache, was in bad taste.
Then Dave thoughtfully fell asleep and we were back to whispers.
We then got the bright idea to learn about all the features of our cell phones. Our sister Judy decided that she wanted to take pictures of each of us so the appropriate picture would pop up when we called her.
Does Judy really think she’s gonna forget what we look like? Am I the only one who finds it hard to be truly sarcastic when whispering? Losing that battle, we all decided to take each others pictures. And then we each wanted editing rights. A bad picture is a bad picture no matter where’s it’s used.
Seven or eight pictures later, Anne is in the bathroom re-applying her make-up and fixing her hair!
My friends, this is what Dave and I have to endure, day after day.
Dave started to stir and we were out of Krispy Krème donuts to pacify him, so we dropped that project, and just sat there in silence.
So if anyone wants to know, that’s what happens when you fall sleep around my family.
There actually isn’t much new news. Dave did get his catheter removed (I ran from the room when I heard that was happening; I’ve never had one, don’t ever want one, I know somewhat what they are, and I didn’t want to see it removed!). It can be viewed as one small step for the nurses but one giant step for Dave. 30 minutes later when I had the courage to return to his room, he was smiling and glad it was removed.
Today is the final day of his radiation treatments at the City of Hope. That will give his current care facility the opportunity to work on his Physical Rehabilitation full time without the mid-day excursion to another hospital.
We’ve been warned that the radiation therapy caused fatigue and a loss of voice – that is happening – but hopefully it will be short lived. Marla stopped at McDonalds this morning to get him a McGriddle with egg. I guess he likes them and he’s more likely to eat what he likes than what he doesn’t really care for. Hello cholesterol!
Many people wonder what goes on all the hours Dave is in the hospital. Well, here’s an example. Since we all know that one of the biggest factors in Dave’s recovery is rest, when he finally falls asleep, no one want to do anything to wake him up so we whisper, write notes, panic if one of our cell phones rings, etc.
It was the last thing that might give you an idea of how we spend Dave’s sleeping hours. On Saturday morning, Marla and I were in the room, whispering when Marla’s phone went off. In her back pocket! For the next 15 rings, she struggles to locate her phone and then answer it. Well by that time, the caller had hung up. I decided to show Marla the great “vibrate” mode which wouldn’t wake Dave but still let her know of an incoming call.
We put the phone on vibrate and she put it in the pocket of her jacket. I explained that she needed it next to her body or she might not feel the vibration. After much consternation (the whole back pocket thing wouldn’t work well still) she decided that (oh, she’s gonna kill me for this one!) her bra would be handy.
Well, the first time that phone rang, the new experience of the vibration first sent a shocked look to her face and then a funny smile. (I prefer a front pocket but that’s how bad, bad, bad rumors get started). By last Sunday afternoon, each of my six sisters and Dave’s two daughters had adopted the “bra” thing.
Picture it, 9 women grabbing their bra every time some little buzzing took place. It was so precious I couldn’t let it go.
Also, last Sunday evening, when just Judy, Anne, a family friend, Bonnie Baller, and I were in the room, Dave fell asleep. We all started conversing in whispers, and I noticed that Dave’s mouth had fallen open. You know the look – that phenomenon that we’re all afraid will happen to us if we fall asleep on a plane – the jaw drop!
Since we were making fun of Dave in his sleep, I found a felt tip pen that I thought would be nice to maybe draw a removable moustache and thicker eye brows on Dave, and headed toward Dave’s little, angelic, sleeping face.
They caught me and stopped it, but I just blamed my hospital room boredom. Dave woke up, I denied everything, and we conversed for a while. Dave commented that my humor, including my remark that Marla would be “madder’n Jesse Jackson being paged to a white courtesy phone” if she saw the moustache, was in bad taste.
Then Dave thoughtfully fell asleep and we were back to whispers.
We then got the bright idea to learn about all the features of our cell phones. Our sister Judy decided that she wanted to take pictures of each of us so the appropriate picture would pop up when we called her.
Does Judy really think she’s gonna forget what we look like? Am I the only one who finds it hard to be truly sarcastic when whispering? Losing that battle, we all decided to take each others pictures. And then we each wanted editing rights. A bad picture is a bad picture no matter where’s it’s used.
Seven or eight pictures later, Anne is in the bathroom re-applying her make-up and fixing her hair!
My friends, this is what Dave and I have to endure, day after day.
Dave started to stir and we were out of Krispy Krème donuts to pacify him, so we dropped that project, and just sat there in silence.
So if anyone wants to know, that’s what happens when you fall sleep around my family.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Tuesday Evening, December 11, 2007 (later)
Oh yeah -- State Senator Bob Margett visited Dave today. Dave actually didn't wake up but Bob was very gracious and left a kind note. The Cardinal, a State Senator. I guess I should have been nicer to Dave all these years.
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