Milt didn't answer his phone at the hospital last night so
I asked to speak to a nurse, who went to his room and handed him
"I'm on death row," Milt said to me. "I'll give you ten thousand
dollars if you come here right now. Otherwise I will die."
"I can't get there now, honey," I told him. "You are in North
Carolina and I'm in New Jersey."
"No," he answered. "I moved back to Jersey last week. Be here by
"I'll see what I can do," I said. "I'll call you back."
"I love you," he said. "You have to save my life."
I called Milt's son-in-law, who told me that Milt is hallucinating
because of the medication he's getting and because he is dehydrating
from the dialysis treatments. He had a treatment yesterday.
I called Milt again and told him, "I'll be there tomorrow. I love
"Okay," he said. "I love you too."
When I telephoned this morning, Milt sounded better. "How do you
feel?" I asked him.
"Not too good," he said. "I have to get out of here. I need to go home
to New Jersey."
"Please try to eat and drink water, and as soon as you're out of the
hospital, I'll visit you again," I said.
"I love you so much," he said.
"I love you too, Milt."
I couldn't sleep last night and he's back in ICU today. His daughter
changed the password that Milt had given me, so I can no longer
speak with him or with his nurse to ask about his condition.
November 28, 2010
Milt has always been the happiest, sweetest and kindest man I have ever known.
Please God, hear my prayers.
Milt, my son Bruce, Grandchildren Alex and Emily and me: Scotch Plains, New Jersey 2003
Milt and me: Raleigh, North Carolina, November 2010