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Journaling:
My dad, Joe Subsits, passed away on August, 24, 2005, at the age of 72. He suffered for a long time. He had a stroke almost seven years earlier that left him paralyzed. After that he had colon cancer and had to have a colostomy bag put in. Next he had his leg amputated due to his diabetes and being bed ridden. When he finally passed he had been in the hospital with pneumonia. His lung was no longer fully working and gave out.
That’s not how I like remembering my dad. Like everyone that knew him, they remember him as the guy that was always joking around. He could tell the same joke over and over and people would still laugh.
He was extremely hard working. A supervisor in construction, he would work long hours. He would always tell you what buildings he worked on when you drove past them, everything from The Sear’s Tower to the Osco on Central.
After work he would come home and work on the house or in his garden. After working, you could frequently find him in the family room asleep on the couch - always with some sporting event on. His favorites were the Chicago White Sox and wrestling.
As a child he would always take me to the White Sox games. When Tim asked my dad if he could marry me he took him to a Sox game – first row seats. My dad’s response, “Ahhh take her.” It meant the world to my family when the Sox won the World Series a couple months later. We know he was watching the game. Rosemary decorated his grave with White Sox stuff. To me it seems like they won for him.
Tons of people came in for his wake and funeral. It was really nice to see everybody. Some I hadn’t seen since I was a kid. My brother and his family flew in from Washington State. Magda, Jim, and Philip flew in from Canada, and George flew in from Las Vegas.
The wake was at Cumberland Chapels. They did a really wonderful job. The mass was at Our Lady Mother of The Church, in Norridge. He was buried at Maryhill Cemetery. My mom, Rosemary, and Gunter have plots next to each other. The funeral luncheon was at White Eagle. Justin fell asleep. Poor little guy was exhausted. The nice people that work at White Eagle pulled out a couch and table cloth for him to sleep on.
I’ll miss you Dad. I love you!
Diane
Journaling inside:
Despite all the pain and suffering, I thank God I had you, Irene, my lifelong friend and love, my queen of hearts, I thank you for helping me get through the rough years of our lives. I will miss you.
Joseph Subsits,
Born in Hungary, to Anna and Karol Subsits, the middle son of three, full of life and always happy, as a child we called him Jozika. He visited his Grandma and Grandpa in Austria all the time. Joe had friends everywhere. The Revolution of Hungary in 1957 brought him to Austria to his Grandpa and Grandma. His love, Irene, was left in Hungary. (Joe)-Joseph, always getting what he wanted, wrote to his love and made her leave Hungary to follow through dangerous crossing to Austria. The young lovers were married in 1957; Irene, a child bride, and Josef, a handsome man. Soon, little Josef was born and the trip to USA was planned. Joe worked for his family to give them the American dream. Diane came into his world in 1970 and she became the apple of his eye, what she still is to her family as is her brother and their offspring; Kyler, Kalon, amd Justin, the baby of Diane, dad Tim, and Kathryn, the mom to Kyler and Kalon. Joe was proud of them all. Being a lover of nature, his vegetables and flowers in Chicago’s home were always colorful. Fifty eight twenty two Dakin was his home for over forty years and his home had open doors to friends from far and near. Joe was a man of love, humor, and value. He loved life and his family. His jokes were endless and his values are treasured. Joe will be remembered by many, as a wonderful friend, a one of a kind father, and a dear husband Irene will miss.
My work has ended,
My life was grand,
As is the celebration with our Father,
Who art in heaven…
Hallowed be thy name…
Hail Mary full of Grace…
1933-2005
Tuesdays will never be the same
Rosemary Hogg
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