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Ode to Roy Scheider


I’ve been given permission to share the following story about a little old Jewish grandmother who had just lost her husband to heart disease and the son and daughter-in-law who tried to cheer her up:

So here’s our Roy Scheider story:  Shortly after Papa died we were visiting Nana in Florida and decided to try and cheer her up by taking her to dinner and a movie.  Nice dinner, poor choice of movie.  We thought All That Jazz was a fun musical.  I guess it pays to read the reviews and not just judge from the title.  An evening we would never forget, even if Nana did not always remind us of how we took her to see a story about a man who abused his body and then had to have graphic, bloody open heart surgery on a very very large screen while she was still in mourning over her husband who had recently died from heart failure, oy.

Nana: How could you take me to see such a thing about heart attacks and surgery and death?

Us: We thought it was a fun musical.

Roy Scheider will forever be in our memories!!!

Thank you, Mom, Dad and Nana (and Papa I suppose too – both of blessed memory as we say).

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By Jill Miller Zimon at 9:57 am February 11th, 2008 in Culture, RIP 

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