David E Rosenberg Funeral Expenses

My father David E Rosenberg passed away on 12/11/20 due to severe and chronic cirrhosis. A disease that strikes that liver due to excessive alcohol abuse. This lead to infection in his body that spread to other vital organs, including his kidneys. On 11/29/20 Sunday was the last time I exchanged words with my father. Shortly after his health continued to decline rapidly. They tried to save my father and control the infections in his body, however his body was weak from all the abuse he put himself through the years. His lungs and heart were not strong enough for his body anymore. My father was a sick man, I figured this out at a young age. I knew my father's illness had no particular cure. Not one that was manmade or that someone can come and fix. He was in a constant battle with himself and the demons that haunted him. My family and I had a very complicated relationship with our father. Despite all the hurt and resentment that was built up through the years, we all loved him. As difficult as it was to admit to it, he was our dad. Without him, we wouldn't be us. He was a funny, outgoing, friendly, super smart guy. He made friends with everyone and was always nice to all he crossed paths with. He was an intellectual and a true artist. He loved history, science and sci-fi. His favorites channels were always the History Channel, AMC channel and The Discovery Channel. He loved raunchy cartoons and was the first to show us South Park and The Simpsons. He loved classic rock and classic old school rap. He loved to cook and knew about his meat! He used to be a deli manager for years and spent time as butcher too. He wanted to explore the world of computer science and studied with Devry for some time trying to better himself. My dad was like a big kid who lacked the love he deserved when he needed it. Unfortunately, we were not able to all say our goodbyes due to Covid-19 restrictions in the hospital. This was a big bomb on my family and I. There so much we wish we could have told him before he left us. We were so use to him leaving and showing up again asking to be in our lives cause he was hitting one of his lows. We thought he would bounce right back like he always did. I always felt like my father was truly blessed. He had my grandparents protecting him through his drunken days/nights. Due to his severe alcoholism, I thought I'd lose him years ago, but kept faith on how blessed he was. Those blessings were all a second chance to live. 
Addiction is not be taken lightly but it all starts with you. Mental health is real and should always be taken seriously. Sometimes we crack a smile but we are dying inside. I wish I could have helped my father fight his demons but believe me, we all tried. My family tried helping my father for years. My mother was his best friend and even after they got a divorce, she tried. She was there for him when many of us gave up. My dad knew he had a problem but what he didn't know was how to fix it. He subjected himself to a life of addiction and self torment. He constantly fought with the desire to be to be a better man and the bottle. 

I love my dad and regardless of who he may have been I am proud he was my dad. What matters now are all the pieces of him I find in myself and my family. The memories we cherish and will always cherish of him. I pray that his soul has found the peace he desperately needed on this Earth. 

My father will be buried Sunday 12/13/20 1:30pm in Queens, NY with his father. It will be a Hebrew ceremony in a Jewish cemetery. I ask if you can donate toward his burial and if you had the pleasure of meeting or knowing my father, you share whatever positive memory you may have with him. The donations taken will go directly to funding his funeral and his headstone. My family and I will truly appreciate anything. Please contact me directly for inquiries on the funeral. 

Thank you to all who donate or share this. I never thought I'd create this; we always think we will be ready or better prepared to lose someone. Deep down we knew this day was near but we never prepared for the hurt that came with it. Hold your loved ones close, remind them you love them, even if you're hurting. Pride is tough but your love is tougher. Push through for one day all that will be left are memories. Love rises above all. Always choose love. Thank you again on behalf of Sarah, Dillon, Denah and Dania Rosenberg and my mother Lilian Rosenberg, as well as my uncle Mark Rosenberg.