Chris’s wonderful grandfather Herman (Hermie) passed away Monday evening. Hermie was the patriarch of the family on Chris’s mom’s side. He and Marshie created a family that now consists of four children, 10 grandchildren and 20 great-grandchildren.
Everyone loved Hermie. He was very loveable. He loved to ask questions no matter how personal. Nobody loved his family more than Hermie did.
Chris said that Hermie had a favorite story that he liked to reminisce about. Hermie would always laugh about the time when Chris and I were about 20 and totally broke, and he lent us $40. Hermie felt badly for us being broke college students. Most broke people might consider paying off some debt, paying the rent or the bills with the extra cash. Chris and I decided to take our $40 that Hermie so generously gave us and go to Monroe’s. Monroe’s, when it was still Monroe’s, was a very fancy upscale restaurant in Malibu that a lot of famous people frequented. Oh yes, we had ourselves a fine lunch while watching the waves crash on the shore of Malibu. Hermie just loved that story.
Hermie and Marshie made me feel loved the day I met them when I was 19 years old. Hermie embraced me wholeheartedly and loved me unconditionally, as did Marshie. Hermie always wanted to know the details of his children and grandchildren’s lives. He wanted everyone to be healthy and happy and prosperous. Nothing was more important to Hermie than his family.
In the end, Hermie was surrounded by his family. From being put in an orphanage when he was a young boy, Hermie rose out of those unfortunate circumstances and built a life of immense wealth with Marshie in the family empire they created. He was a wealthy man indeed. I feel that Hermie had what most people want out of life; a huge close family that all adored him and would do anything for him. He was very loved and respected.
That is the American dream, in my opinion.
Until next time, the mothership is signing off.