My father, Nathan M Fudjak, passed away on April 3,2023 in Richmond Virginia.  He was 89 years old. Nathan served in the 101st Airbourne Army as a Private First-Class trooper in Fort Campbell, Kentucky. He is survived by his son, Daniel N Fudjak and his daughter in law, Concetta O Fudjak and her son Jaylen Rothe: his niece, Patricia Steffy and husband Jay:  A great nephew, Tyler Steffy. He was predeceased by his father, Michael Fudjak and mother, Elizabeth Wasenda Fudjak along with his sisters Mary Vasile, Anne Fudjak and Helen Fudjak. 

My father worked in the Coal mines in Luzerne County prior to enlisting in the Army. After the Army he worked as a Game Warden then soon ending his Career as a Butcher. My father's final resting place will be in St. Nicholas Cemetary, during a private ceremony with family. 

Nathan will be missed dearly by his loved ones and friends. May he live forever in our hearts and rest peacefully in the Lords arms. 

My Fathers Last Request

TO REMEMBER ME . . .

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a hospital mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all practical purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my heart to a person whose own heart has Caused nothing but endless days of pain. Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist ‘from week to week. Take my bones, every nerve and muscle in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat, a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. Burn what is left of me and scatter my ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man. Give my sins to the devil. Give my soul to God. If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever. 

Author Unknown as it was clipped from a newspaper.

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