The Floyd Collis Memorial Fund

                                                                                                                                                                                            
It is one thing to lose a loved one. It is another matter entirely when someone you love is not only taken from you but stolen from you. 
 
My father, Floyd John Collis died on October 4th at the age of 93. It’s easy to think that he had a good long life and that death is inevitable. He may not have a lot of time left on this earth but his horrific “care” at the hands of people who are supposed to do no harm did the exact opposite. The medical “professionals” tortured him through his last days despite his pleas for help, and prevented me from visiting him the last 6 days of his life. 

 
Let me back up a bit and fill you in. On Sunday, September 16, 2018, my family took Dad to a local hospital in  Maryland where he was admitted to drain his excess fluids due to congestive heart failure. Simple stuff. Not an unusual procedure. However, instead of receiving the diuretic Lasix, the doctors decided to discontinue treatment and instead allow Dad to lay in a bed while his limbs and lungs continued to fill with fluid.  Seeing these people had no interest in helping our Dad and instead were harming him, we requested him transferred and and he was directly admitted to a hospital in Washington, D.C. on September 20, 2018.  A total of 11 days had gone by and my father had no meals and no I.V. fluids.

The hospital did not take my calling the police on them well at all. In fact, they banned me from the hospital on September 28, 2018.  On October 2, 2018 I had to go to the DC Superior Court and petition for an emergency temporary guardianship. The hearing was set for October 4, 2018 at 9:30am.

 
My father passed away at 4am, October 4, 2018, 5 1/2 hours before that hearing was to take place, yelling for help for hours, suffering horribly until his very last breath. At the time of his death he had no meals in 18 days, nearly THREE WEEKS and a majority of the time, no IV fluids. The last few days of his life, they discontinued his IV fluids again.  A heartbreaking end for someone who deserved far better than he got from the medical “community”.

 
I am now turning to a different community because my family needs your help. The family is in need of funds for  funeral expenses. We are hoping the kindness of fellow citizens can assist us. Let me tell you a little bit about my dad so he’s not a stranger to you anymore.

 
Floyd Collis lived all of his 93 years having been born in Washington, DC  before moving to his family home in Naxos, Greece when he was a month old and then raised in Greece. He survived World War II, later coming back to America at 22 years old. He proudly served in the United States Army. Following his service in the Army, Floyd came back home and started remodeling  homes and businesses in the area. He was a genius with woodwork and never used blueprints, only his creative thinking, he was a master. His favorite activities were gardening and watching professional wrestling on television. Our father was a generous person and would give the shirt off his back. He loved to garden and it pleased him to help others.
 

My dad was a simple, hardworking man who loved to help others more than making money so he did not have a lot of means. Between funeral costs and burial expenses, my brother and I don’t have the means to pay these bills so we can move forward with memorial planning and burial. We need your help to provide this man who not only lived the American Dream but who also served to protect that dream for all of us.

 
We are seeking to raise $15,000 to pay for funeral expenses. We all have dads and the memories of them working and sacrificing so that we kids could have a better life. That was certainly true of my dad who grew up in humble surroundings in Greece, came here to start a new life in a land, culture, and language foreign to him. My brother and I want to honor his work and sacrifice not only for us but for this country and our community by giving him the burial he deserves. The three of us lived together for 50 + years. We know our father had years left in him. We are devastated by the tragic loss of our father. 

 
All funds raised will go directly to pay for Dad’s costs. Donate whatever you can and, please, be sure to share this campaign on your social media so we can give others the opportunity to assist us in honoring this wonderful man my brother and I were blessed to call Dad.

 

 

                                                                              Showing off his cabbage from the garden


                                                                                                    



                                                                                      October 2015 playing his accordion