Submitted by: John C. Monk
Bernard
W. Feingold
Nov.
12, 1935 - Feb. 27, 2010
SOUTH BEND - Bernard W. Feingold, 74, passed away Saturday. He
was preceded in death by his wife Betty on December 26, 2009. He
leaves behind two sons, Bruce (Anita) and Jody Feingold; four
grandchildren, Julian, Tristian, David and Joshua; and one
adopted son, Steve Walker; and his daughter, Allison. Funeral
services will be held on Tuesday in the McGann Hay, Forest G. Hay
Chapel, at 2:30 PM. Burial will follow at the Hebrew Orthodox
Cemetery. To send condolences, please visit www.mcgannhay.com.
Published in South Bend Tribune on March 1, 2010
Bernard
W. Feingold
Feb.
27, 2010
SOUTH BEND - God reunited Bernie with his loving wife of 43 years
on February 27, 2010. Bernie was born in South Bend, and grew up
on Arch Avenue. He was a graduate of old Central High School. He
was honorably discharged from the Army and went on to graduate
from Purdue University, where he ran track and played saxophone.
He was an active member of the Jewish community most of his life
where he met a woman that he couldn't take his eyes off of. He
kept turning around at Temple and looking at my mother (Betty).
He got to meet her at a dinner function after. He knew when he
danced with her and kissed her goodnight that he would be with
her the rest of his life. That was the only time my father ever
defied his mother's wishes. That's why he never forced anything
onto his boys. He told me: I don't care what you do as long as
you're happy. What is the measure of man? Wealth, education,
deeds? I measured my father by sacrifice. He passed on his dreams
of being a jazz musician (played with Billy "Sticks"
Nicks), to take a safer road. To provide for his family he worked
nights as a pharmacist for Hooks Drug stores for over 25 years.
Then Revco and retired from CVS. He passed on opportunities to
own his own drug store, to make sure he didn't put his family at
risk. He sacrificed his golden years with my mother when I had
cancer. I lost my home and, to have me and my family safe, they
opened their home to us. My parents were always givers, not
takers. I don't think my father ever had a good night's sleep. He
was too busy. Even if he sat down, he was reading or watching
something educational. He was a very knowledgeable man. I didn't
realize how strong my father was until I looked back over the
past two months. I took my father to the hospital on December 23,
2009. My mom and dad said goodbye and I love you to each other;
that was the last time they saw each other in this life. Mom
passed away on December 26, 2009. I never saw the twinkle of life
in my father's eyes after that. He tried to fight, but the cancer
came over him. He was polite until the very end. I watched his
body take its last breath at 10:26 a.m. on February 27, 2010, but
knew his heart left on December 26, 2009. They were special
people who made a difference in the lives of others. May they
rest in eternal peace as they lived together and in love. A
special thanks to all who attended his funeral service.
Published in South Bend Tribune on March 7, 2010