Hello my name is Mayo Sanchez and I am writing to you on behalf of my mother, Myra Bachraty.
On January 3rd, 2022 her husband of 35 years Rudolph “Rudy” Bachraty passed away after a brief battle with cancer.
I met Rudy when I nineteen years old. He was dating my mother. When you’re a young man, meeting the guy who’s dating your mother can very awkward, but meeting Rudy wasn’t awkward. Upon introduction, I put my hand out to shake his, and instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me in for one of his famous hugs (like bear hug but bigger) once Rudy had me in his clutches, he laid a big fuzzy mustache kiss on my cheek, on second thought, meeting Rudy for the first time was a little awkward, but in a really good way.
I soon found out that Rudy was a widower. That his wife Tatjana had died several years earlier from cancer. Leaving behind two small children, Rudolph III and Diana.
Lil Rudy and Diana seemed so happy and normal that it was hard to believe that their mommy had passed away. It goes to show you how strong of a father Rudy was. Rudy made sure that he held his family together.
A year later Rudy and my mother were married and we became one big family, we were like the Slovak Brady Bunch.
Rudy got me one of my first jobs. As a doorman in a residential co-op in midtown. Rudy got a lot of people jobs. It seemed like Rudy knew everyone and he used his connections to help so many people.
Rudy was the building manager of the Connaught Tower in NYC for over 25 years. He was highly respected in his field.
Rudy ran a tight ship. His staff loved and respected him. Not because they feared his wrath but because they wanted to do good by their boss, because they knew he had their backs. The tenants at the Connaught also loved having Rudy at the helm, because they knew that Rudy was working hard every day to protect their investments.
Rudy was a throwback, he worked hard, but when the work day was done he enjoyed his Wodka, his cigs, the NY Rangers but most of all, he loved spending time with his family.
After Rudy retired from the Connaught, he moved to Fort Lauderdale Florida, with my mother and Diana.
The last time I saw Rudy in person was on second avenue, just before covid hit. He was waiting in the car for my mother who was running errands for her business. As usual Rudy was very happy to see me, he jumped out of the car and pulled me in for one of his hugs and a fuzzy mustache kiss on the cheek. We talked and laughed just like we always did.
We’ve all spent the last two years worrying about catching the Corona Virus, or our loved ones getting sick. We’ve been so obsessed with the virus symptoms and the fears of ending up in the hospital, that I think maybe Rudy may have overlooked the pain he was experiencing in his abdomen. By the time Rudy went to a Doctor to find out what the pain was, it was too late. He was ravaged with cancer.
Rudy suffered a great deal of pain, for a short period of time. He handled the horrible news of his declining health, as he handled all of his life’s problems, head on and with dignity. One of the last favors he asked of me was, not to let anyone at the Connaught know that he was suffering. I can only imagine that he didn’t want to be thought of as “sick” or ailing.
Rudy’s passing has been devastating to my mother, who’s lost her companion and to his children Lil Rudy and Diana because they’ve lost their daddy.
Rudy’s death happened so quickly that he was unable to straighten out his financial affairs before he passed. That’s why our family is asking you, the family and friends of Rudolph Bachraty for some help to offset death expenses and debt. Any contribution would be greatly appreciated. I’m confident that anyone who knew Rudy will help with whatever they can. On behalf of my mother Myra, Rudy III and Diana. I’d like to say thank you.
Rudy is watching over us in heaven now and he’s got a big smile, a hug and a fuzzy mustaches kiss for everyone.