My daddy, a Heaven resident for eight years.

Today, it is eight years since I had my last conversation with my dad.  Wow, eight years. My dad was an awesome man.  A wonderful dad.  I think about my dad every day. Now, I think of my parents once again joined together, and my son, Joe with them. Each year, on this day, I post the following:

During that last conversation, I crawled into the bed with him.  I hugged him as best I could, his tiny frame, frail.  I told him everything I wanted him to know.  I told him that I was proud to call him my dad.  Thankful that he was always there for me, for our family.  Of course I told him that I loved him.  I have no regrets.  Nothing was left unsaid.  I told him I was sure that his Josie would have a greenhouse waiting for him, on the other side.  I asked him to please let me know when he arrived and saw Josie.  I asked for a sign.  A short time later, he was gone.  And the clock radio came on, by itself.  My sign.

Rest in Peace, my sweet daddy.

The following was an article written in the Tribune Review a few days after my dad passed.

Businessman set example with success, generosity.

Submitted – Mary Pickels is a Tribune-review staff writer.

In 1950, Robert Tischler gave his fiancee a brick as a Christmas present. It represented the house the couple planned in anticipation of their 1951 wedding.

They lived together in the home for more than 60 years.

“I still have that brick,” Kay Tischler said.

Robert J. Tischler of Baldwin Borough, who operated a photography studio and travel agency, died on Friday, March 23, 2012. He was 87.

He was co-owner of Whitehall Studio in Brentwood and owner of Amity Travel in Baldwin.

He and former business partner John Heilmann photographed students for more than a dozen local school districts and photographed South Hills weddings too numerous to count. Heilmann said the two men were partners for 43 years. They married friends and often socialized together.

“Our kids called him Uncle Bob. The four of us went out every New Year’s Eve for years,” she said.

Kay Tischler met her husband in 1950 on a blind date and went dancing at Bill Green’s, then a popular nightclub on Route 51.

Mrs. Tischler recalled her husband wearing a hat.

“I was 19 years old. He was 6 feet tall and 25 years old. He was in business. I was amazed by him,” she said.

Mr. Tischler so enjoyed dancing that when he heard of a new dance he would take lessons to learn it.

In 1973, the couple began operating Amity Travel, scheduling bus trips across the country and into Canada.

“We planned the trips together. We had a very successful business. We had three and four buses at a time on trips,” his wife said.

Eventually the couple started traveling on their own, often taking cruises with friends and family.

Her husband enjoyed gardening, constructing his first greenhouse out of old windows his mother-in-law had given him.

One day he visited the nearby convent for The Passionist Nuns. When he learned they needed repair work done, he contributed his carpentry skills.

“The nuns are real dear friends of ours now,” his wife said.

Mr. Tischler was born on March 21, 1925, to Joseph and Catherine Tischler.

On his birthday his daughter, Susan Kimutis, wrote about her father on her blog, recalling him as a risk taker.

“Being a smart and analytical guy, his risks all ended well. People often told my dad he was a lucky guy. He would say, ‘Yep, the harder I work, the luckier I get,’ ” she wrote.

She expressed her gratitude for her father’s commitment to his family.

“He taught me how to see outstanding qualities in men. He set the bar high,” she wrote — a bar that was met in her husband, John, she said.

In addition to his wife and daughter, Mr. Tischler is survived by another daughter, Kathi Messinger; a son, Bob Tischler; six grandchildren; and two great-grandchildren.

He was preceded in death by a grandson, Joseph and a brother, Ralph Tischler.

 

 

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