Paying tribute to Robert Fuchs, loving father
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It's hard to know where to start with this. As Robert's oldest daughter, it's my job to try to explain his story. How can I do that in just a few words, though? My dad was an amazing, charismatic man who loved his family.
In just 48 years, my dad's done and survived so much. If you asked him, he'd tell you stories for hours. My siblings and I carry those stories now.
He has four beautiful children: myself, Logan (16), Keira (13), and Xander (10--his birthday will be next week).
My dad gave us his passions. Logan, Xander, and I all played soccer with him. With me, he gave me a life long love of video games. We spent hours and hours together playing. He always believed in all of us and supported our individual hobbies and passions, regardless of whether he enjoyed or understood them. He loved nothing more than to compliment and wear the bracelets that my sister would weave him. He was wearing one when he passed. He collected my art. He promoted Xander's love of martial arts. When Xander got his blackbelt, my dad was right there cheering him on. He ran the Spartan this year with Logan. They were planning to run the next one together as well.
Anyone could tell you my dad loved running. I think it was the motion of it: the knowledge that he was moving towards something. Even on Thanksgiving Day, he'd go running. He would wear a silly Turkey hat when he ran that one. Logan and Xander would trot behind him. My sister and I would wave and cheer from the house when they went by.
My dad was an amazing man. Even with the hardships he was going through, he continued to think about his family. His children were his drive.
On August 22, he passed away in an accident. Even now, it doesn't seem real.
My mom and I have been going through the motions. Right now, we're trying to handle the final arrangements. We had nothing prepared--I mean, he was Robert. He survived a brain tumor. He was my dad. It's inconceivable for him to be anywhere but here.
Family matters have been complicated for us lately. The health insurance for my siblings will run out at the end of the month. We still have everyday expenses and bills. Unexpected circumstances have left us in a questionable financial situation.
I never thought the day would come where I would have to set up a Go Fund Me for someone I love. If you know me, you know how much my dad meant to me. Right now, we're coping with the grief and focusing on helping my siblings to heal. They've had a rough few months... almost year really. No child should have to bury their parent so young.
My dad was an amazing man. He always worried about his children and wanted to make sure we were taken care of.
Even if you can't donate, please share this. His goal was always to have us taken care of. Now it's our turn to take care of him.
Rest in peace, dad.
In just 48 years, my dad's done and survived so much. If you asked him, he'd tell you stories for hours. My siblings and I carry those stories now.
He has four beautiful children: myself, Logan (16), Keira (13), and Xander (10--his birthday will be next week).
My dad gave us his passions. Logan, Xander, and I all played soccer with him. With me, he gave me a life long love of video games. We spent hours and hours together playing. He always believed in all of us and supported our individual hobbies and passions, regardless of whether he enjoyed or understood them. He loved nothing more than to compliment and wear the bracelets that my sister would weave him. He was wearing one when he passed. He collected my art. He promoted Xander's love of martial arts. When Xander got his blackbelt, my dad was right there cheering him on. He ran the Spartan this year with Logan. They were planning to run the next one together as well.
Anyone could tell you my dad loved running. I think it was the motion of it: the knowledge that he was moving towards something. Even on Thanksgiving Day, he'd go running. He would wear a silly Turkey hat when he ran that one. Logan and Xander would trot behind him. My sister and I would wave and cheer from the house when they went by.
My dad was an amazing man. Even with the hardships he was going through, he continued to think about his family. His children were his drive.
On August 22, he passed away in an accident. Even now, it doesn't seem real.
My mom and I have been going through the motions. Right now, we're trying to handle the final arrangements. We had nothing prepared--I mean, he was Robert. He survived a brain tumor. He was my dad. It's inconceivable for him to be anywhere but here.
Family matters have been complicated for us lately. The health insurance for my siblings will run out at the end of the month. We still have everyday expenses and bills. Unexpected circumstances have left us in a questionable financial situation.
I never thought the day would come where I would have to set up a Go Fund Me for someone I love. If you know me, you know how much my dad meant to me. Right now, we're coping with the grief and focusing on helping my siblings to heal. They've had a rough few months... almost year really. No child should have to bury their parent so young.
My dad was an amazing man. He always worried about his children and wanted to make sure we were taken care of.
Even if you can't donate, please share this. His goal was always to have us taken care of. Now it's our turn to take care of him.
Rest in peace, dad.
Organizer
Angelica Fuchs
Organizer
Arlington, VA
