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Medwhump May 2024

Day 8 - Going into shock / Bedside vigils

TW: character death, hospice setting, stroke mention

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"Is she in any pain?"

"She's been sedated. Thank you so much for coming, we don't know if she'll last the night. Can we get you anything to drink, dear?"

"Um...a coffee, if that's okay. With milk and sugar."

"Of course. Have a seat, maybe talk to her if you like. I'll be right back."

Erick waited for the nurse's footsteps to die down, standing at the foot of the bed until the only sounds that were left were that of the monitors at the bedside, beeping softly. He knew the sounds all to well, but never really in this context. It had always been strangers sending signals through various wires to the machines, but this time it was her.

With a deep breath to settle his...various conflicting emotions, Erick quietly moved over to the chair by her bedside and sat down. He could tell she was sedated. She looked so peaceful compared to the last time he saw her — being rushed into the back of an ambulance after his best efforts to keep her alive. Apparently it had all been for nothing.

"I'm so sorry," Erick said quietly, reaching over and gently putting his hand on hers. It was already so cold, but then again she had always had cold hands. It was one of the many reasons she chose to settle in San Diego, according to her.

"Here's your coffee."

Erick looked up as the nurse returned. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but her hand felt a little bit warmer now as he switched hands so he could accept the coffee.

"Thanks," he said quietly, not wanting to disturb her too much.

"Were you close?" the nurse asked, "she never mentioned kids or grandkids."

Erick shrugged.

"I always thought we were close," he said, "she's my landlady— Well, my uncle's actually, but I moved in with him when I was fifteen. She was the grandma I never had."

Erick never considered Ethel old. Sure, she was past the retirement age, but she was never old old. He always helped her whenever he could, but when he and Fetch were out on a job for weeks on end, she could hold her own just as well. And when they were home, she would crack dirty jokes with Fetch, or slip Erick an extra cookie or some money for helping her out.

She knitted them sweaters, and while Erick held her yarn for her she would tell him stories about her youth. Each story was less believable than the other, from her late husband's gun that she still carried, to the sole reason she even owned any property in the first place being that it allowed her to launder money her husband stole.

She cooked for them, and even kept their apartment clean when they were on the road. He watched her wrestle her sandwich back from a seagul and eat it still, and he once drove her to an M.B.C.A. meeting just to watch her cuss out the entire board for not doing anything about the relentless littering in the neighbourhood because the city's sanitation workers tended to skip a trash pickup day or two due to poor scheduling.

Ethel made a lot of people's lives better, or much, much worse if she decided she didn't like them. Erick felt lucky to be on her good side, as her door had always been open for him whenever he needed a break from Fetch. They never discussed it out loud, but Erick suspected she had a much better idea of their real relationship than Fetch gave her credit for.

But everything changed when she suddenly collapsed the other day. She'd been complaining of a headache, and Fetch sent Erick to get her some water and an advil. He'd just grabbed a glass from her cabinet to pour some water in when Fetch yelled at him to call an ambulance. Erick rushed outside with his phone, tapping in the numbers and nearly freezing when he saw the worry on Fetch's face as he cradled their elderly neighbour.

"She's having a stroke!"

She was still rather awake by the time the ambulance arrived to pick her up, but by the end of the day they already recieved the call that she'd been transferred to hospice care. She had no next of kin listed, only her two tennants, so the hospital asked them to come over.

Fetch sent Erick ahead, he claimed he had to take care of some things first, but Erick suspected he just needed a moment to compose himself before being able to face her final moments. Appearing strong had always been much more important to Fetch, while Erick didn't care much if he would end up crying. Especially in front of Ethel. She'd never judged him before, why start now?

By the time he finished his coffee, the nurse checked in on them again, and Erick couldn't contain his curiosity.

"How...how does this usually go?" he asked.

The nurse offered a sympathetic smile.

"We keep her sedated," she said, "and when her vitals start dropping we...let her go."

"Because the stroke already killed her brain?" Erick asked, remembering Fetch's explanation after they heard back from the hospital.

"I'm afraid so," the nurse gently said, "there's nothing we can do for her, and her records indicated she didn't want to be kept on life support if there was no hope for recovery."

"...she'd hate to have people look after her without being able to do anything back," Erick said, "um...would it be okay to turn off the airconditioning in the room? Her hands are cold and she hates the feeling of cold hands. I-I know she's sedated but—"

"It's okay," the nurse cut in, "the thermostat is right over here, I'll turn it up by a couple degrees, okay?"

"Thanks," Erick said, trying to settle down a bit as he looked back at Ethel, "how long does it usually take?"

"It differs per patient, but she deteriorated fast earlier today," the nurse said, "she might not make it through the night, or she might stay like this for another week. If you or your uncle can't be here we can assign someone on the staff to sit with her instead, so we can be sure she won't be alone in her last moments."

"I wouldn't want her to be," Erick said, "I hope...I-I know it sounds terrible, but I hope we can let her go sooner rather than later."

"That's perfectly normal," the nurse assured him, "we don't want our loved ones to suffer too long before going to heaven."

Erick bit his lip to stop himself from laughing. Ethel used to joke they had a VIP-seat reserved for her in hell.

"I always thought she'd go down swinging, but just last week she said she still had a bone to pick with her husband," he said, "you always get what you want, don't you, Ethel?"

The nurse wasn't sure if she could laugh or not, when fortunately a distraction arrived in the shape of another visitor. Fetch politely inclined his head towards her as he stepped inside, stopping at the foot of Ethel's bed.

"How is she?" he asked.

"Her hands are cold," Erick said, "but the nurse already turned up the thermostat."

"That's kind of you," Fetch said.

"It's no problem," the nurse said, "can I get you anything to drink, sir?"

"A coffee, thanks— Black, please."

The nurse nodded and walked off. Fetch picked up the chair in the other corner of the room and took a seat on the other side of the bed, peering at Erick rather than Ethel.

"I asked Tito to track down whether she had a will of any kind," he said, "so we'll know how our living situation will turn out."

"...you're worried about your apartment right now?" Erick asked incredulously.

"I know what it sounds like," Fetch said, "but there's nothing else we can do for her, and it's something that has to be arranged anyway. A will might also tell us if she had any preferences for a funeral or cremation."

"How could you say that?" Erick asked, "in front of her?"

"She's already gone, kid," Fetch said, "but I get it if you need more time to accept that. That's why I sent you ahead while I took care of everything else. Someone has to sort it all out."

"Yeah, but couldn't you at least wait until she— Fuck she'd probably say you're right..."

"And she'd tell you off for swearing in a hospital," Fetch said.

"Oh my god, she would," Erick said, letting out a sound that sounded somewhere halfway between a laugh and a sob, "I don't want her to go, though."

"I know," Fetch just said, "do you want me to stay?"

Erick nodded, wiping at his eyes as he squeezed Ethel's hand again. Fetch just sat back in his chair, pulling a small notebook from his jacket pocket and beginning to scribble on a new page as they waited together, for the inevitable...

I'm sorry Ethel

The real whump is the Ethel stans having to read this :)

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agingwellhomecare · 3 months

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Empowering Compassionate Care: A Guide to Murrieta Home Health, Palliative, and Hospice Services

As we age, or when illness strikes, the comfort of home becomes even more precious. Aging Well Home Care understands this. We're dedicated to providing compassionate Murrieta home health care, palliative care services in Temecula, and hospice care providers in San Diego – empowering you or your loved ones to receive the care they need in the familiar surroundings of home.

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cocktailsfairytales · 4 months

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#CurrentlyReading

A shocking murder leaves an affluent retirement community reeling in this riveting, high-stakes second installment of the San Diego Case Files, from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Karen Rose.

Death is not an unfamiliar visitor to Shady Oaks Retirement Village, which provides San Diego with premier elderly support from independent retiree housing to full-time hospice care. But when a resident’s body is found brutally stabbed and his apartment ransacked, it’s clear there’s someone deadly in their community. Detective Katherine “Kit” McKittrick quickly discovers that Shady Oaks is full of skeleton-riddled closets, and most tenants prefer to keep their doors firmly closed to the SDPD.

A longtime volunteer at the retirement facility, Dr. Sam Reeves honors his late grandfather’s memory by playing the piano for the residents regularly. So it shouldn’t be such a surprise when Kit crosses paths with him during her investigation, after she’d avoided the criminal psychologist—and the emotions he evokes—for the last six months.

Sam’s rapport within the retirement village proves vital to the case, and the pair find themselves working together once again—much to Kit’s dismay. But she is determined to apprehend the shadow of death lurking around Shady Oaks...and equally determined to ignore the feelings she’s developing for a certain psychologist.

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wutbju · 6 months

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Elaine Alsup, age 85, passed away peacefully on December 31, 2022, while undergoing hospice care. She was the daughter of William and Eileen Andrews, beloved wife to James Alsup, and mother to Andrew Alsup (wife Brendy) and Rebecca Lindblade (husband Chris). She was grandmother to Samuel Alsup, Rain Alsup, Grace Alsup, Katie Alsup, River Alsup, Trinity Alsup, Matthew Alsup, Noah Lindblade, Bria Lindblade, and Hannah Lindblade. In August 2022, Elaine was diagnosed with deep-vein thrombosis in both legs, which led to chronic pain that could not be resolved after extensive hospitalization in the Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale, AZ.

Ruth Elaine Alsup was born March 26, 1937, in Danville, Illinois, and was raised on a farm in West Lebanon, Indiana. She was the first born of three children and is survived by her brothers Donald Andrews and William G. Andrews. Elaine graduated from West Lebanon High School in 1955, and was awarded a BA degree in education from Bob Jones University in 1959.

Elaine taught school in Flint, Michigan in 1959-1960, in Hacienda Heights, California in 1960-1969, in Dakar, Senegal in 1965-1966, and in San Diego, California in 1987-2000. She taught mostly in the elementary grades, and especially liked teaching fifth grade.

Elaine married in 1968, moved from Glendora to San Diego in 1970, and became a full-time Mom in 1971 with the birth of Andrew. She was an active member of College Avenue Baptist Church where she sang in the choir, led Pioneer Girls, took part in Bible studies, and made many lifetime friends. She later continued her church activities at Legacy Church and Shadow Mountain Community Church in the San Diego area.

While single, Elaine spent a year teaching elementary grades at a missionary school in Senegal, the Dakar Academy. After retirement, Elaine led for many years a weekly after-school on-campus Bible club for elementary kids called Sonshine Club. She was passionate about leading kids to Christ, and kept a "Lambs Book of Life" notebook where the kids would write their names after they accepted Christ.

She delighted in her family, and was present at all her children's activities, including driving them to their many sports and musical interests. She continued this emphasis on family as her grandchildren were growing up. She also loved to travel, and joined with friends on several cruises, and with family on trips all over the US, Canada, Mexico, Central America, Middle East, Europe, Africa, and Australia.

Elaine was always lively in any group or setting -- witty, fun and pleasant. She enjoyed walking around the lake, and she loved reading Christian fiction. She always asked others about their lives and interests. She was a devoted consumer of Starbucks chai tea latte. She loved to laugh and tease and make life interesting. Elaine is loved and cherished by her friends and family and will be forever missed by all who knew her. Her last two words were "I sing", which she sang as an intro to the chorus "I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free; for His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me."

#Bob Jones University #BJU Hall of Fame #Obituary #BJU Alumni Association #2023 #Class of 1950 #Elaine Andrews Alsup

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themotherlove · 1 year

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Dr. Mother Love chats with Dr. Bob Uslander about end-of-life care http://tobtr.com/s/12240451

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apwmagazine · 1 year

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Ronnie Hillman Health Update: Currently In Hospice Care

Ronnie Hillman health condition has been shared as severe after he is currently under medical supervision in the battle with liver Cancer which has been major sad news for his fan base and well-wishers. Ronnie Keith Ryan Hillman is a former football player positioned as a running back from America. He was associated at San Diego State in college days while the Denver Broncos drafted him in the…

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izzy-b-hands · 4 years

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Rock/Queentober 2020, Oct. 16th: Ashes

Assigned band member for this day: Brian

Synopsis: Brian/ Trans M Reader. Set just before the beginning of the 1976 A Night At The Opera USA tour. Your father has recently passed, and it’s a hell of a time, as to be expected. But Brian is there to help you through it, at least.

TW for death of a parent, though it isn’t described in detail. Also casual transphobia, and descriptions of reader having a shitty relationship with their father.

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

“Thank you for coming with,” you say softly.

The lights in the crematorium buzz, and you and Brian shift uncomfortably under their too-bright, clinical glow.

But then, since your father had first taken ill, it had been uncomfortable. Awkward.

He approved of Brian, in a general sense. But he had never liked Brian as a person.

For that matter, your father hadn’t liked you much either. He loved you as parental obligation, but it was not a true love, and he didn’t show it often. When he did, it came in the form of trying to buy your love, offering you expensive things you didn’t want or to pay your rent for a month or two out of nowhere. But always with the catch that you would then do whatever he asked of you, after the money was given.

You had never taken it. You had a job, and your own paycheck, and love to be found elsewhere with other people. So you had let your father keep all his money, and all the love that supposedly would have come with it on the condition of your obedience.

The last day you’d visited him in hospice, he’d made all of that very clear, in a long, meandering, often hurtful lecture.

“As a daughter...you were disappointing, but fine enough, for a girl,” he had coughed. “But as a son...”

He had rolled his eyes, and asked the nurse checking his IV what she thought it would take for you to get the hint and finally leave him to die in peace.

That was when you had left. No good-bye, even as the nurse had called after you, letting you know he wasn’t likely to last the night.

You hadn’t cared then, and you didn’t care now as the crematorium employee handed over the medium-sized white box that held the urn which contained your father’s ashes.

If he had cared at all, after you left, there was no way to know. And what did it matter? Out of all his children, you were the only one to show up when he first got sick. You brought him to England on your dime so he could receive care and not drown his family (wife and family number four) in medical debt. You offered to fly out your half-siblings, all of them, from wives 2-4, even offering your mum the chance to fly out if she desired, even if only to slap him once soundly.

None of them had taken you up on it. Most of them hadn’t even replied, by phone or letter. But you had made up excuses for them all, when he got sad, asking where they were.

You had done all that, and he hadn’t cared one whit. You weren’t the way he wanted you to be, so none of it had counted.

“He didn’t have any requests, or anything in his will about it?” Brian asks, gesturing to the box as you walk together back to his car.

You shake your head. “I wish he had. I don’t know what the fuck to do with them.”

“Rude of him,” Brian says as he helps you into the car, careful not to jostle the box. “Just one last fuck you, it seems like...”

“It really does,” you sigh, opening the box as you wait for Brian to get into the driver’s seat. The urn is bronze, and a little ugly, if you’re honest. But your father had picked it out himself, and he always did get most of what he wanted, didn’t he? No matter the end result or consequences.

“Sorry,” Brian mutters as he slips into the seat, quickly starting the car and getting it pulled out into the mid-day London traffic. “Shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.”

“If he didn’t want anyone speaking ill of him when he was dead, then he shouldn’t have been a fucking shithead in life,” you found yourself sobbing suddenly, the tears an unexpected and unwelcome surprise as they fell.

“It’s okay,” Brian says gently.

“It isn’t!” you protest, wiping harshly at the tears. “I want to throw this damned thing out the window!”

Brian pulls into the nearest open spot on the side of the street. “Y/N-”

“I hate this,” you whimper. “I said years ago: no more tears over him, or because of him. Not even one more! And yet here I am...”

Brian undoes his seatbelt and leans close to hug you. “You can’t be upset with yourself for this. Anyone would cry; he may have been terrible and your relationship with him might have been shit, but-”

You could see him choosing his words carefully.

“You still knew him. For better or worse, he was in your life, and that means something. Not all good, not all bad, but a mix. And that means having a reaction to this moment, to him being gone.”

“I don’t want him in our house,” you say as you close the box’s lid.

“Okay,” Brian nods. “Is there anywhere in particular you want to put him? I mean, his ashes, I should say.”

“No,” you sigh shakily. “I just want him away from us.”

Brian’s wearing the look that comes up whenever he’s being clever, but feels unsure about it. “I might have an idea. You still want to come out on a few tour dates with us, yeah?”

“If you guys will have me,” you reply. “And so long as I won’t be in the way.”

“Never,” Brian smiles, and kisses your forehead. “So then, if you aren’t sure of just one place for him, maybe you could bring him with, and...”

After a moment, it clicks. “That’s brilliant. What would I do without that brain of yours?”

“Be perfectly fine, because there are a great many days where you’re much more clever than I am,” Brian chuckles. “And more put together, too.”

“That’s debatable,” you manage a smile.

He shakes his head, then looks down. “Keys?”

“Still in the ignition, love.”

He blushes, utterly adorable, and nods. “Right. Where they would be, of course. Sorry; I swear I’m fit to drive.”

For now, the urn has to come into the house with you, though you let Brian put it up on a high shelf in the hall closet. It’s difficult to do, but Brian makes it so much easier.

And a few weeks later, as the tour begins, you lighten as the urn does.

Part of him in Boston. A bit left in New York. Some in Chicago. And finally, the rest of him in San Diego.

You bury the ashes deep in the dirt, under the watchful eye of the public park warden who has given you permission to spread the ashes there.

She leaves as soon as you’re done, leaving you and Brian alone, staring at the miniscule mound of disturbed dirt.

He wraps an arm around you. “Feeling better?”

You nod. “A little. At least he’s truly gone now. I wonder what he’d think of all this anyway, us doing this with his remains. If he’d find it neat, or hate it utterly.”

“That’s the beauty of this,” Brian says. “He’s gone. He can’t weigh you down with his thoughts or feelings or insults or complaints anymore. All that ugly shit he used to say to you is as dead as he is.”

“It is,” you sigh happily.

“And you’re here, and alive, and beautiful,” Brian continues. “What say we take that urn back to the hotel and leave it there, then have a walk round here before I have to get to the venue?”

You nod and follow him out of the park, but stop at the sight of an open dumpster near the park entrance.

He shakes his head as you toss the urn into it. “I thought you might, as soon as I saw it.”

“He wouldn’t care anyway,” you say, as you pull him back into the park. “And even if he did, who cares? He isn’t here to yell at me about it, and I wouldn’t care for what he had to say regardless.”

You know better than to kiss right there, the looks you’ll get. But Brian pulls you down a path with only one woman on it, and as soon as she passes, he kisses you deeply, but sweetly.

“My father had no idea of how good you are,” you can’t help but whisper as you continue down the path with him. “But I do. And I’m so glad I have you.”

“He had no idea how good you are either,” Brian replies. “No idea who he missed out on getting to know, to care for. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be someone who has gotten to do what he didn’t, albeit in a different way.”

For the rest of the quiet path, before you reach other people again, you take his hand.

You won’t say now, because who knows exactly what the future might be. But you know that when you go, you hope Brian will keep your ashes at home. On a mantel, or a side table. Somewhere near him, whenever he’s home.

#text post #LeeH writes #queen band fic #Lee's Rock/Queentober 2020 #brian may x reader

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clhospicecare · 3 years

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improper-integral · 4 years

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My oldest brother is dying of cirrhosis (liver failure). He had been in the hospital for about a month but his condition took a nose dive earlier this week so we all scrambled to make plans to see him yesterday and today. Luckily, his condition improved enough that he was allowed to go home on hospice care. We spent most of yesterday waiting for him to be moved into his home with his husband. I got to see him for a few minutes and it was really hard to see. In the hospital he had a breathing tube, they did take it out but it ruined his voice. It was difficult to talk to him. It was hard.

We’re going to see him again before we go back home from San Diego (I’m in OC, so it’s about an hour and a half drive). This all happened so suddently. My brother is only 37, he’s too young to be dying like this. Cirrhosis is a type of liver failure caused by alcoholism. I knew he was a fellow alcoholic but I didn’t realize it was so bad. This is proof that alcoholism is a deadly disease. I never want to touch the stuff again.

We don’t know how long my brother has before he passes, but we’re going to try to make the most of it. 2020 sucks.

#bri speaks

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themotherlove · 1 year

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Dr. Mother Love chats with Dr. Bob Uslander about end-of-life care http://tobtr.com/s/12240451

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the-record-obituaries · 4 years

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Jan. 29, 2020: Obituaries

Frances Gay, 99

Mrs. Frances Allie Curtis Brendle Gay, age 99 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, January 26, 2020, at Rose Glen Manor in North Wilkesboro.

Funeral services will be held 2:00 PM, Thursday, January 30, 2020 in the fellowship hall of Pleasant Grove Baptist Church with Rev. Brady Hayworth and Rev. Phil Chapman officiating. The family will receive friends from 12:30 until 1:30 prior to the service in the fellowship hall. Burial will be in the church cemetery.

Mrs. Gay was born January 17, 1921 in Wilkes County to Joel Curtis and Grace Viola Parsons Curtis. She retired from Wilkes Hosiery and was a member of Pleasant Grove Baptist Church. Frances lived served and honored the Lord her family and her community until God called her home at the age of 99.She was a second mother to her brothers and sisters and had a work ethic to provide. Frances read the Bible through 30+ times and was a former Sunday school teacher at Pleasant Grove Baptist Church.

She loved her care from her Home and family at Rose Glen Manor. She was known for her quick sense of humor and her strong independence. Frances loved spending time with her family and working crossword puzzles. She was loved by all who knew her and will be dearly missed.

In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her first husband; Ed Brendle and second husband; Lathian W. Gay, a sister; Grace Vaught, two brother; Junior Curtis and Edwin Curtis and a brother in law; Fred Ferguson.

She is survived by a sister; Helen Ferguson of Millers Creek and two brothers; Basil Walker and wife Gail of Hilton Head Island, SC and Bobby Walker and wife JoAnn of Wilkesboro, two sister in laws; Maxie Curtis of Millers Creek and Lou Curtis of Elkton, FL, a stepson; David Brendle and wife Frances of Greensboro and many nieces and nephews.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Mtn. Valley Hospice 401 Technology Lane Suite 200 Mt. Airy, NC 27030 or Rose Glen Manor 240 South Independence Ave. North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

Denise Eller, 63

Denise Eller, age 63, of Wilkesboro, passed away Friday, January 24, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. Denise was born February 7, 1956 in Wilkes County to George H. Eller, Jr. and Oma Jean Mitchell Eller. She was a member of Bethel Baptist Church. Denise loved to attend all the youth sports teams, attending all the games she was able. She was a big North High Vikings and a Carolina Tarheels basketball fan. Denise loved her cats and had a special love for all cats. Ms. Eller was preceded in death by her parents.

Surviving are her Aunt, Dare Cothren of Thomasville; Lots of Cousins; life-long friend, Pam Rhoades of North Wilkesboro; and her loving cat, Tempe.

Funeral service was January 28, at Bethel Baptist Church with Pastor Donnie Shumate officiating and eulogy by Randy Rhoades. Burial followed in Mountlawn Memorial Park. Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Bethel Baptist Church, PO Box 679, Hays, NC 28635. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Pallbearers were Seth Rhoades, Mark Anderson, Neal Anderson, Joseph Edmiston, Kenneth Ireland and Joe Reeves. Honorary pallbearers will be Christopher Edmiston, Will Rhoades and Levi Rhoades.

Gladys Gilbert, 94

Mrs. Gladys Wilma Greer Gilbert, age 94 of Wilkesboro, widow of Bobby Gilbert, died Friday, January 24, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Health - Wilkes Medical Center.

Funeral services was January 27, at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Sherrill Wellborn officiating. Burial was in the Full Gospel Mission Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Gilbert was born March 1, 1925 in Watauga County to Albert and Rebecca Carlton Greer.

Mrs. Gilbert was preceded in death by her parents; her husband, Bobby Gilbert; seven sisters, Edna Hampton, Maggie Clawson, Lily Triplett, Ora Watson, Bernice Cox, Ruth Miller, and Melba Hayes; and four brothers, Virgil Greer, Sherman Greer, Vaughn Greer, and Bynum Greer.

She is survived by her daughter, Betty Greene Keels and husband, Edward, of Wilkesboro; her son, Bill Greene and wife, Christine, of Wilkesboro; her four grandchildren, Debbie Blevins, Sandra Mastin, Lisa Austin, and Scott Keels; six great-grandchildren, Richard Shew, Zack Blevins, Patrick Blevins, Kayla Bennett, Chris Mastin, and Natasha Brown; and five great-great-grandchildren, Aliza Blevins, Forest Mastin, Finley Mastin, Tyler Brown, and Tristan Blevins.

Flowers will be accepted.

Ransome Patrick, Jr. 64

Mr. Ransome Joe Patrick, Jr. age 64 of Hamptonville, passed away Thursday, January 23, 2020 at his home.

Funeral services were January 25, at Reins Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Matthew Vannoy and Rev. Justin Norman officiating. Burial was in the Patrick Family Cemetery. Mr. Patrick was born June 1, 1955 in Wilkes County to Ransome Joe Patrick, Sr. and Oma Kathleen Smithey. He was the Vice President of Operations for Spevco, Inc. and a member of Welcome Home Baptist Church.

He was preceded in death by his parents and an infant brother; Charles Patrick.

Mr. Patrick is survived by a son; Sherman Joe Patrick and wife Nikki of North Wilkesboro, a daughter; Brandi Patrick and husband Freddie of Wilkesboro, six grandchildren; Taylor South and wife Emily, Garrett Patrick, Russell Patrick, Caydan South, Brody Patrick and Kaison Patrick, a great grandchild; Ransome Joe South, a sister; Kay Patrick Ashley and a brother; Scott Patrick and wife Jennifer of Clemmons and his devoted and loving girlfriend; Annie Lee Pierce of Jonesville.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Race Against Cancer c/o Diane Roberts 8167 Mertie Road Millers Creek, NC 28651.

Robert Vaught, 85

Mr. Robert James Vaught, age 85 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Wednesday, January 22, 2020 at his home.

Graveside services with Military Honors by the United States Army and Veterans of Foreign Wars was January 25, at Mountlawn Memorial Park with United States Army Chaplin officiating.

Mr. Vaught was born February 9, 1934 in Rural Retreat Virginia. He was retired from the United States Army after serving 20 years as a Platoon Tank Sargent during the Korean and Vietnam Conflicts. Mr. Vaught was an active member of the NRA and the VFW Post 1142 and retired teamster's long haul truck driver.

In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his wife; Johnnie Culler Vaught and a sister; JoAnn Bess.

He is survived by a daughter; Regina Dawn

Vaught of Traphill, a son; John Ernest Vaught of North Wilkesboro, three grandchildren; Joanie Summer Vaught, Taylor Dawn Wiles and Johanna Hope Alexander, a great grandchild: Bailey Beatrice Wilson, a brother; Charlie Vaught of Georgia, a brother in law; Harry C. Steele of Winston Salem and several nieces and nephews.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Disabled Veterans 1601 Brenner Ave Salisbury, NC 28144 or NRA 11250 Waples Mill Road Fairfax, VA 22030.

Henry Blunt, 64

Henry "Petie" Carroll Blunt, age 64, of Millers Creek, passed away peacefully Tuesday, January 21, 2020. He was born February 2, 1955 in Richmond, Virginia to Ashby Fernando and Ruby Gladys Mann Blunt. He was preceded in death by his parents.

Surviving are his siblings, Lorraine Smith of North Wilkesboro, Cecil Blunt of Millers Creek, Shirley Prescott and spouse Bill of Newport News, Virginia, Gladys Church of Millers Creek; many special nieces, nephews, great nieces and nephews; two great great nephews; aunts and cousins.

Graveside service was January 24, at Mountlawn Memorial Park. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Kristie Young, 64

Mrs. Kristie Lee Young, age 64 of Wilkesboro passed away Tuesday, January 21, 2020 at Atrium Health in Charlotte.

Memorial services will be held 1:00 PM Saturday, February 1, 2020 at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Pastor Roger Hull officiating.

Mrs. Young was born February 12, 1955 in Davenport, IA to Evett Jerome and Shirley Mae Shoemaker.

In addition to her parents she was preceded by a sister; Gayle Davisson.

She is survived by her husband; Desmond Alan Young of the home, two sons; Derek Thomas Outlaw of Mission Viejo, CA and Douglas Neal Outlaw of San Antonio, TX, two step-daughters; Nicola Jayne Alexander and husband Steven of Wilkesboro and Adele Louise Wilson and husband Russell of San Diego, CA, six grandchildren; Scot Jackson and wife Kristen, Cody Jackson, Aaron Shaver, Laurel Angeline Wilson and Jacob Wilson and Serenity Mae Alexander, one great grandchild; Leighton Jackson and one brother, Bradley Shoemaker and wife Elaina of Cedar Rapids, IA.

Kyle Bumgarner, 77

Mr. Kyle Gentry Bumgarner, 77, of Millers Creek, passed away on Tuesday, January 21, 2020.

Kyle was born on July 2, 1942 in Wilkes County to James Talmadge Bumgarner and Virchew Yates Bumgarner.

Kyle is preceded in death by his parents, step mother Odessa Pilkenton Bumgarner; brothers, JR, Howard, Wayne, Jim, Hobert Bumgarner; sisters, Ruth Bumgarner, Lois McGuire and Hazel Eller.

Kyle is survived by: his wife of 44 years, Betty Jean Wyatt Bumgarner; daughter, Sally Marshall and husband, Nick of Millers Creek; grandchildren, Keila Marshall of Louisana, Logan Eller of Moravian Falls, and Austin Marshall of Millers Creek.

The family conducted a memorial service at Union Baptist Church in Millers Creek with Rev. Steve Faw officiating.

In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be given to Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes P.O. Box 396 Moravian Falls, NC 28654 to help with final expenses.

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Bumgarner Family.

Jewell Lambert, 86

Jewell Gail Lambert, age 86, of Millers Creek, passed away Monday, January 20, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Health-Wilkes Regional. She was born March 9, 1933 in Ashe County to George and Vergie Jones Eller. Mrs. Lambert was a member of Cricket Baptist Church and enjoyed gardening. She was preceded in death by her parents; and her husband Vernie Lambert.

Surviving are her sons, Steve Lambert and spouse Kristie of Millers

Creek, Mark Rash of Wilkesboro; daughters, Carolyn Auville and Kitty Rash both of Millers Creek; sister, Charlene Lambert and spouse Gary of Hays; six grandchildren; five great grandchildren; four great great grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews.

Funeral service was January 23, at Cricket Baptist Church with Rev. Randall Millsaps, Rev. Arvil Glen Perry and Rev. Joe Farmer officiating. Burial followed in Mountain Park Cemetery. Flowers will be accepted. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Edna Watson, 96

Edna Key Blackburn Watson, age 96, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, January 19, 2020 at Westwood Hills Nursing and Rehab Center. Edna was born August 19, 1923 in Wilkes County to Clarence C. and Oma Haynes Key. She was a member of Flint Hill Baptist Church and attended Bethel Baptist Church for many years. Edna loved making crafts, doing puzzles and walking. She worked for 30 plus years and retired from Modern Globe as an inspector. Mrs. Watson was preceded in death by her parents; her first husband, Senter Blackburn; her second husband, Paul Watson; brothers, Raymond Key, Ransom Key, Henry Key; and sisters, Betty Key and Ruth Absher.

Surviving are her sisters, Margie Shepherd, Mazie Miller, Virginia Dancy all of North Wilkesboro; brother, J.C. Key and spouse Marie of Greensboro; step-sons, Jimmy Watson and Larry Watson; many nieces and nephews.

Funeral service was January 23, at Miller Funeral Chapel with Pastor Donnie Shumate, Rev. Marvin Blackburn and Pastor Gene Shepherd officiating. Burial followed in Flint Hill Baptist Church Cemetery. Flowers will be accepted. The family has requested no food, please. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

Martha Nichols, 78

Martha Marler Nichols, 78, died Sunday morning at Mountain Valley Hospice in Yadkinville, NC, January 19 of cancer, surrounded by her family. She was a beloved wife, mother, aunt, cousin, grandmother and friend. Martha was born and grew up in Winston-Salem, NC the daughter of Ralph H. Marler and Jeanne Lalance Marler, a member of First Presbyterian Church, attended RJ Reynolds High School, and then Converse College in Spartanburg, SC. She married James P. Barksdale, JR of Rocky Mount, NC, a Presbyterian minister in 1962 and lived in Kannapolis, NC, Charlotte, NC, and North Wilkesboro, NC with churches that he was called to serve. After his death in 1981, Martha married Ward H. Nichols, a renowned artist and returned to live in North Wilkesboro, NC.

From the beginning of her adult life as a Presbyterian minister's wife, Martha was a devoted supporter of her husband and his career, but she also had outside interests and took art and history courses while in Charlotte and North Wilkesboro. An artist herself, she taught watercolor and drawing classes at Wilkes Community College, volunteered at the Wilkes Art Gallery and became the gallery's director in 1976. Following this work, Martha served as the Director of ExperienceWorks, the Director of Retired Senior Volunteers Program, a Commissioned Realtor with Caldwell Banker and Apple Realty, and lastly as the Marketing Director of Rose Glen Manor, the organization from which she retired.

When Martha's mother died, she became a consummate gardener to work through her grief and before limitations in her mobility, had over 200 roses in her garden, was an award-winning master rosarian and was a member of the Winston-Salem Rose Society and American Rose Society. Valentine's Day would signify the delivery of her roses to many friends and loved ones throughout Wilkes, Caldwell, and Forsyth Counties. Also inspired by her mother's lifelong hobby of quilting, Martha became more than an avid quilter, making over 50 quilts and prayer blankets, most of which she gave to friends in celebration of a joyous occasion, or to friends who faced serious or terminal illnesses.

In fact, Martha sought out people who were experiencing terminal illness, becoming their friend and counselor, and providing whatever comfort she could give. In 1980 when her first husband was diagnosed with cancer, Martha created what she called a home-grown hospice program since hospice was not yet widely available. This led to her contributions towards hospice in Wilkes County, culminating in 1984, first with a speech and presentation to a group of clergy from western NC and subsequently to another group of oncologists in the area. She became well known for her lecture, "The Impact of Cancer on the Family Unit: Psychological and Theological Emphasis" and sharing her experiences were instructive in enhancing their understanding.

The arts helped bring Martha and Ward together, and Martha's life with Ward provided another ongoing connection to the arts. Ward claims that Martha was his biggest advocate and supporter, often naming his paintings and providing constructive feedback. She also managed the business affairs of his work, helping to organize most of his shows and always serving as a consummate host to out of town guests and collectors. They were married for more than 35 years, and their lives included an international trip almost every year and to every state in the continental US. Ward and Martha were members of North Wilkesboro Presbyterian Church and attended regularly, and Martha served as an Elder and on the membership and personnel committees. Martha's involvement in the community was extensive, and she was particularly proud of Vision2020, a long-range planning effort in Wilkes County during the 1990's. Ward and Martha also frequently visited Charleston, SC, West Virginia and Isle of Palms, where Martha's children would join them for a week at the beach.

While Martha had a full career and many interests and hobbies, she would claim her most important accomplishment was her family, with her first husband, Jim Barksdale and their three children, and then her marriage with Ward Nichols, which coincided in time with the arrival of her four grandchildren. Martha created an intimate family whose members have always deeply supported each other, teaching them how to love and to cherish, particularly during difficult times. Her values were very clear, she was a fervent advocate for the underprivileged, and donated her time and money to the homeless and the poor. Several causes stand out; she created the Ralph H. Marler, JR Award for the Wilkes Art Gallery in memory of her brother, and the Katie Fund for the Wilkes Animal Hospital in memory of her beloved cocker spaniel.

In addition to her parents, Martha was preceded in death by her first husband, Rev. James P Barksdale, JR and her brother, Ralph H Marler, JR. She is survived by her husband, Ward H Nichols; and her three children, James P Barksdale III, Elisabeth S Barksdale (Laura E Clay), and grandson, Kip H Barksdale, John M Barksdale (Katina M Barksdale), and grandchildren, Ellis A Barksdale, Finn P Barksdale, and Catherine M Barksdale.

A memorial service will be held on February 1 at 2:00pm, at the North Wilkesboro Presbyterian Church, with a celebration of life to immediately follow in the church fellowship hall. In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to any shelter for the homeless, or to one of the funds inspired by Martha.

Thomas Eaton, 69

Mr. Thomas Frederick Eaton, age 69 of Kernersville passed away Sunday, January 19, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center.

Funeral services were, January 24, at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel. Burial with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1142 wasin Scenic Memorial Gardens.

Mr. Eaton was born June 12, 1950 in New Jersey to Henry J. and Regina K. Eaton. Mr. Eaton served in the United States Air Force from 1972 until 1980. He loved airplanes, the beach, Bugs Bunny, Disney World, his cats; Stars and Stripes, his family and friends. It seemed later in life his biggest joy was spending time with his grandchildren. He was formerly employed by RF Micro Devices.

In addition to his parents he was preceded in death by his first wife; Kathleen E. Yeashvich Eaton and his second wife: Cynthia Diane Eaton.

He is survived by sisters; Mary Anne Eaton, Susan J Locker and husband John, nephews; Eric J. Sneath, Christopher T. Sneath and wife Laurie, niece; Megan A. Locker, great niece; Sianna J. Sneath, sister-in-law; Joan Beem and niece; Karolyn B. Turcotte and husband Andre and their children; Sebastian and Sydney, step-daughter; Crystal Keener and husband Bucky, step-son; Jody Barbour and wife Anita and grandchildren; Kris, Harley, John, Olive, Emily, Gus and Charlie.

Flowers will be accepted.

Edward Brown, 44

Mr. Edward Kenneth "Kenny" Brown, 44, of Wilkesboro, passed away on Friday, January 17, 2020.

Kenny was born on March 27 1975 in Wilkes County to Kenneth Edward Brown and Shirley Louise Martin Brown.

Kenny is preceded in death by his parents and sister, Kimberly Dare Brown.

Kenny is survived by his sisters, Dawn Stanley (Ronnie) of N.Wilkesboro, Donna Byers of Wilkesboro; nieces, Shana Dollar (Robert), Melissa McGinty all of North Wilkesboro; nephew, Michael Byers (Olyvia) of Wilkesboro and good close friend Vera Vickers of Hickory.

The family conducted a memorial service January 25, at Westwood Hills Nursing Facility.

Rev. Steve Smith will be officiating.

In lieu of flowers donations may be given to the American Diabetes Association P.O. Box 11454 Alexandra VA, 22312 or a charity of the donor's choice.

Condolences may be sent to: www.adamsfunerals.com

Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Brown Family.

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Music fans, fellow Jews lay George Fogelman to rest

Fellow Jews and fellow musicians joined forces on Wednesday, Nov. 27, to pay last tribute to George Alan Fogelman, 72, who died of cancer on Nov. 22 while under hospice care, leaving his wife Gail, two children, three grandchildren, nieces and nephews and many friends.

Rabbis Joshua Dorsch and Leonard Rosenthal of Tifereth Israel Synagogue presided over the burial service at El Camino Cemetery, where mourners were greeted by recorded strains of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” and “Wonderful World.” Rabbi Rosenthal opened the service by quoting from Don McLean’s “American Pie”: “A long long time ago/ I can still remember how/ That music used to make me smile/ And I knew if I had the chance/ That I could make those people dance/ And maybe they’d be happy for a while….”

Explained Rosenthal: “There are few people I know whose very lives and essence are so deeply bound with music. George lived and breathed music, whether he was performing, composing, creating, or simply walking around his house humming. George loved to entertain, and he considered bringing smiles and joy to his audience his greatest achievement.”

In 2006, a San Diego Jewish World/ jewishsightseeing.com story about Fogelman reported:

As a high school student, Fogelman played saxophone and accordion for “The Twilighters,” a band inspired by one of the Platters’ best-known hits, “Twilight Time.” The Twilighters performed at service clubs, graduation parties and bar/ bat mitzvah receptions. While a student at San Diego State University, Fogelman performed in a Sergio Mendez-inspired band called “Sounds of ’68.” Another band that played for San Diego’s well-known stage hypnotist, Dr. Michael Dean, “was getting ready to retire, and we auditioned and got the job… It was 5-6 nights a week, first at the Catamaran Hotel, and then at the Gaslight Room on Rosecrans Street. So I was his musical director.”

During that period, Fogelman also opened a recording studio, which produced approximately 250 jingles for radio and television commercials, “probably none that you would know,” although some for KMart and DHL Express made it to regional broadcast.

On the Michael Dean show, Fogelman had the opportunity to work with guest artists, among them Cheech and Chong, who were just starting, and singer Roberta Lynn. Additionally, “at one point we got hooked up with KPRI, a rock station, and they had a Friday studio concert and they would come in and record. We had Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, and Al Kooper came in.”

Fogelman wanted to move from control booth to microphone, so he formed a new band, “Peace on Earth” with Jeff Dalrymple, percussion; Doug Kvandal, keyboard, and Dave Maynard, vocalist, hoping their musical careers would take off. “We were trying to be a band without a guitar but alas and alack we had to have a guitarist.” Maynard became one, and later, they added guitarist Rafe Lindenberg, “who was very good.” At one point, the band felt certain it was headed for a recording contract and national exposure, but “it didn’t work out.”

Disappointed, Fogelman returned to San Diego and earned a teaching credential so he could substitute teach during the inevitable down times in the music business. One day while running errands with his mother, he stopped by a Home Federal Savings & Loan branch to open a Keogh account. Normally Gail Schindler, who handled his account that day, worked at a different bank branch, so perhaps their meeting was beshert. They were married in 1976, and for Fogelman, it was instant fatherhood—daughter Juliana was a child of Gail’s previous marriage. Within a few years, a second daughter, Arianna, arrived. The preschool that Ari attended at the old Jewish Community Center on 54th Street changed the direction of Fogelman’s career.

A product of both Tifereth Israel Synagogue and Temple Emanu-El, respectively under Rabbi Monroe Levens and Rabbi Morton Cohn, Fogelman enjoyed Jewish music. With singer Myrna Cohen, he produced a 33 1/3 RPM album, “Special Days For Children” to raise money for the JCC pre-school. Later, he and Cohen, who is today the cantorial soloist at Temple Emanu-El, collaborated on such other tapes (and later CDs) as “Lullabies and Quiet Time,” and “Swinging Chai.”

After he married Gail, they and their children Juli and Ari used to sing on recordings made by Fogelman’s company Jewish Family Recordings. “Around the same time Randee Friedman formed Soundswrite Productions, which ended up distributing Fogelman’s work,” Rosenthal related. “In turn, George did a lot of music recording and production for Randee, including Debbie Friedman’s early albums. Randee told George that he was an absolute gem to work with and real mensch in business dealings.”

Fogelman later in life performed with his friends at the Amigo Spot at Hotel Circle in San Diego. “He was in his element singing and playing saxophone and wind board,” said Rosenthal. “I saw him there several times and I could see that he loved what he was doing and was loved by the patrons, many of whom were regulars.”

A perpetual optimist, Fogelman was a “glass half full” type of fellow, whose spirit was typified by one of his favorite songs “Pure Imagination” from Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The lyrics say, in part: “If you want to view paradise/ Simply look around and view it. Anything you want to, do it./ Wanta change the world?/ there’s nothing/ to it/ There is no/ Life I know/ To compare with/ Pure imagination/ Living there/ You’ll be free/ If you truly wish to be./”

Fogelman regularly performed at Tifereth Israel Synagogue in the Shir Hadash band, which on the third Friday evening of every month leads an upbeat version of the Kabbalat Shabbat service. Besides Fogelman’s saxophone, the ban included two vocalists, and other musicians on piano, guitar, bass guitar, and clarinet.

For many years Fogelman had battled prostate cancer with such medical treatments as chemo-therapy, radiation, and any other therapies available. Ever an optimist, he even believed while in hospice that he would beat the cancer.

“The tag line in ‘American Pie’ is ‘the day the music died,’” Rabbi Rosenthal noted. “Although George is no longer with us, the music he created is, both in the books and recordings he produced, and in our hears and our memories. George would not have wanted the music to end with him. He would have wanted us to continue living, laughing and singing.”

George's headstone is now in place at El Camino Mortuary

Following the graveside service, Fogelman’s friends and fans reconvened at the Amigo Spot. *Reposted article from San Diego Jewish World by Donald H. Harrison of November 30, 2017.

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