A few quotes from my friend, and Sam's daughter.
"Sam died today. He had been under the care of Hospice for the last few weeks. He went rather peacefully at home with my mom and me by his side. Mom and Sam were married for 20+ years. I can’t express what he meant to me and I can’t imagine my life without him having been a part of it. I have a huge hole in my life and in my heart.
Sam served in the United States Navy, he was a St. Petersburg fireman, he was the most talented luthier, making more than 1,300 dulcimers and other stringed instruments, he was a finish carpenter, he was a contractor, he was a patent illustrator and…everything I ever needed him to be.
I'm sorry to bring this up, especially since I'm new on here and all, but I can't sit here and not say something about this. Perhaps you would call it a rant, and I guess it is, but please, hear me out first. My Grandpa married my Grandmother Evelyn A. Carrell (born October 30, 1942) in 1961 (exact date, unknown) and had two children with her: my father, Samuel Scott Carrell (born September 30, 1962) and his younger brother Stephen (born December 17th, I can't remember the year, but I think it's 1964 or '65). My father had 9 children (yes 9, can you believe it?!?!) and Uncle Stephen had 2 children. Evelyn passed away on June 25, 1995 from kidney failure and other complications. Eventually Grandpa remarried, her name was Jeanne and she already had a daughter from a previous marriage, Marie. I just wanted that to be clear, she is Grandpa's stepdaughter. Now for the sad part. Grandpa came up to visit us last December, and while he was up here he started having what we thought at the time was pneumonia. When he went back home to Florida and went to his doctor, they found out that it was in fact fairly advanced stage cancer in one of his lungs. He quickly got worse, and then ended up having a very bad reaction to the chemotherapy that they put him on. His wife Jeanne would not allow us to come down and see him, wouldn't let us talk to him on the phone, wouldn't even give us any updates on what was happening. I managed to get a hold of him once while he was in the hospital by calling the hospital and talking to a very nice nurse there. I explained to her that we couldn't get ahold of Grandpa and we were worried sick about him. She then had to send me through three other people to finally get to him. That was the last time I ever talked to my Grandpa. I'll admit, I hold a serious grudge against Jeanne for that, and I'm sorry for ranting about that here on this awesome forum. She never liked my father, or my Uncle Stephen, or any of Sam's grandchildren, and that's fine; we are all entitled to our own opinion. But how she treated us during his illness and eventual death was utterly inexcusable. She also has yet to open and honor my Grandpa's will, if she would (she won't though, not unless we took legal action) my Uncle Stephen was to inherit all of his dulcimer tools and jigs, along with all his other dulcimer stuff. But all of that will be lost now, it's not worth fighting her in court over his stuff, I'd much rather just have my Grandpa back. That's all I have to say about it for now, once again I'm sorry about the rant, but I just had to get this off my chest.
Oh and P.S. The ship Grandpa was on in the navy was the USS Amphion, it was a repair ship commissioned in January 1946 and later transferred to the Imperial Iranian Navy in 1971. He was on the ship during the 60's, I don't have the exact dates yet but I'm working on it.