Mr Z's 2 year anniversary

Obviously, my Mr. Z wasn't as famous as Steve Jobs.  And he wasn't an actor like Patrick Swayze, who died two weeks before Mr. Z did and whose wife got to go on television and tell the country what a wonderful guy her husband had been.  I felt that way about MY husband, too, and was almost envious that Mrs. Swayze got that opportunity because of Patrick's fame.   Mrs. Jobs may also choose to discuss the wonders of her husband with the world.  So I finally decided that I'd like to share a little about my husband here at GeeeZ........If you continue to read this whole post, please allow me to thank you for allowing my sheer indulgence in celebrating my husband today. (Click on underlined words and you'll see geeeZ articles which support that subject, I think you'll have fun with that if you have the time)

In the field of Defense, Mr. Z was quite well known.  Yes, he had quite a career and reached some acclaim, but mostly, he was an amazing guy and he deserves to have been better known, too. :-)

Mr. Z played amazing classical piano.  He played the accordion, too, and I made it a rule to clip any accordion jokes out and save them.  I'm not the biggest accordion fan and the jokes are never very flattering to the instrument (like my fave "Welcome to heaven, here's your harp;  welcome to hell, here's your accordion!"), but Mr Z was good natured enough to laugh at them!   Mr. Z knew American basketball (especially THE LAKERS!) almost as well as my Dad, which was quite something considering my Dad watched it all of his life and Mr Z only picked it up about 10 years before he died.  Mr. Z probably got the last fantastic education in the world in Germany in the Sixties and could grasp complicated concepts faster than anyone I'd ever met.  Mr. Z tried out for the Munich production of HAIR while he was in college and got a call back but found out he had to be naked on stage if he joined the cast so he decided against it!   Mr. Z liked Beethoven much more than the Beatles in college (yes, as big a Beethoven fan as I am, that kind of bugged me because that was the harbinger of a guy who never DID get rock'n roll!, but you adjust :-).    Mr. Z detested any brand of Socialism.  Mr. Z could eat the hottest peppers around, to the point that the waiters at the Oriental in Bangkok recognized him after six months between our trips and brought a dish of those peppers to him when we sat down.  Mr. Z loved my cooking and I loved cooking for him, especially the special German plum tart he loved SO much.. When Mr. Z came to meet me somewhere and he'd find me in a crowd, or he came in the car to pick me up and saw me standing on a curb waiting for him, his face would light up like "that's MY WIFE!"   He was faithful and good and always honest and kind. And very funny.  And he loved my humor, too.
Mr. Z adored his children, was proud of them both, and loved it when they were here visiting from Munich.  Mr. Z was adored by my family and he adored all of them.  Mr. Z loved America and came to life at the only Tea Party event he attended, as sick as he was, and insisting we go.
Mr. Z wrote many articles for GeeeZ (scroll down the link past the posts I did after he passed away and you'll find his writings) and was proud of me for doing this blog, but then, he was proud of me for everything I did and that's hard to lose, trust me..  HERE is a short piece which was his last writing, maybe his best ever.  

 Mr. Z had an amazing eye for photography (his daughter got that from him and she happened to take the above picture while he took pictures). This is one of his:

Mr. Z loved the ocean and was a sailor with many certifications.  Mr. Z would go way out of his way to help any friend who needed him.  He had become a man of strong faith during the last ten years of his life but the seeds for that faith had been planted when he'd taken himself to church as a boy to sing in the choir. Mr. Z could help me put troubles in perspective.  Mr. Z called himself "the President of  Z's fan club" and never missed a singing performance of mine no matter how many times he'd heard it.  It was Mr. Z who made sure we always had fresh flowers in the living room.  Mr. Z had fascinating, loving relatives.  Mr. Z is missed by many people.   Especially me.  To say the very least. 


So, on the 2nd Anniversary of his untimely death,  I thought I'd do a kind of FOX or CNN report here like the famous wives can do when their famous husbands die.....Thanks for hanging in there with me......I think my husband deserved it, too. :-)  And this felt good to me........it's been a rough few days because our wedding anniversary was Thursday.

And, while we're at it, thank you so MUCH, again, to all of you who left me such amazingly kind and understanding, encouraging  messages after he died.  I'll never forget that, ever. Ever.
One thing I'd like to add here is that the only reason I am even remotely 'glad' he's not here anymore is how painful he'd find what's happened to America even only since he's been gone.  OH, and the fact that he was facing such physical suffering had he not so completely unexpectedly died in his sleep the morning of October 10, 2009.   I like to say "God came for him in the night while he slept because if he'd tried during the day, Mr. Z would have fought him harder!"  Thanks for a quick prayer for me and his children today.

Z