Arthur “Arth” Post
Fran Post and Barbara Post
My husband Arthur, passed away on June 24, 2017. He was 92 years young; we were married for 63 years. The picture below shows him just two years before he died peacefully after getting a drink of water at the kitchen sink. “My legs gave out” were his last words. Several years before his death, he experienced shortness of breath, COPD, balance problems, and blood dyscrasia. Although he used a walker in the house, he seldom used it outdoors.
Up until the time of his death, we were still going out for lunch practically every day. We went to the movies, shopped together and dined with our friends. Art (as he preferred to be called), stood by me through thick and thin. Every day when I pass this picture, I smile. Believe it or not, I even talk to him. Although Arth, (as I called him) couldn’t play golf for the last two years, he kept himself busy at the computer, reading and watching golf on TV. We enjoyed being together so much that even after four recent 911 calls, we didn’t see the handwriting on the wall.
I miss his hugs, his wonderful sense of humor and his love.
We were friends for about 60 years and never heard a harsh word toward anyone from Artie. He was a love. We have wonderful memories .