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Urgent call for funds to help bury my dad and pay medical bills. Please donate. My phone: 773-558-1891, if you wish to speak

The care-giver daughter of Robert Sherrill, WWII Veteran, age 89, Chicago, IL desperately needs to collect funds for his funeral service and burial. There is no one else to turn to, as family and friends are destitute in this economy. My father passed Wednesday, January 18, 2012 at Advocate Christ Hospital in Chicago. Daddy lost his battle with stage 4 cancer which had spread through various organs and bones of his body. He reluctantly divulged his pain in October 2011 and it was then that the VA hospital discovered how serious was his condition. Daddy was a hard-working, devoted and loving father; a man's man who always provided for his family. He loved playing the guitar and keyboard right up to the end of his life. Daddy's character was one of caring and giving. He would give his very last dollar to someone in need. He would tip a cashier $10.00 at the currency exchange just for cashing his check and tip the other three cashiers who did not serve him just so he would not slight them. And, he did this for over a decade. Being a former boxer who exhibited clean living, physical discipline and great stamina right up to the end, he caused everyone around him, even doctors, to marvel at his endurance and bodily strength. All who knew him thought him indestructible.
When he lived by himself, his trusting manner was not opposed to offering hospitality to anyone, even drug abusers, the homeless, transients—in need of temporary shelter. Another of his wonderful traits was that he was a man of his word; his word was his bond. If he said he would do something for you, he would do it.
Daddy had pride and was loved by many people wherever he went, yet he remained humble. He never wanted to feel like a bother to anyone, not even the doctors caring for him. Incredibly, when they would ask if he was feeling pain, he would say “No,” so he would not be a bother to them. In the hospital, he would not pull the red chain to summon his nurse--again, so as not to be a burden to them. One of his favorite pass-times was barbequing on sunny days. He loved his ice water, eating Armour Potted Meat with Ritz crackers and neck bones with white potatoes. Until recently when he could not do it anymore, he would prepare his homemade peach cobbler pie on the stove top.
Daddy was a World War II veteran in the U.S. Army, joining up in 1942. Following his honorable discharge in 1946, he became a professional boxer for a short time. His ring name was 'Rough House.' People affectionately called him, 'The Champ.' Daddy worked as a security officer for forty years and loved it. After he retired, he continued to wear his security officer badge on every outfit, including his pajamas. Such was his character and enormous heart. Always willing to help friends and strangers, he let down his pride in order to depend on someone else--me, his loving daughter in 2007. All who knew him thought him indestructible. Ironically, his too soon demise has brought financial hardship and pain to someone he loved. I struggle with bereavement and lack of sufficient funds for a wonderful man who does not deserve to go out this way. Please help because both funeral homes I have approached demand payment in full prior to services. The same applies to the cemetery where my mother was buried in 2004.
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