On Sunday, October 6, 2019 Fritz gave up the final fight.
He was just a little over a month short of his 76th birthday and his 31st wedding anniversary. He is survived by his wife, Elke and his dog, Lucky.
When I visited him Saturday afternoon he was barely responsive and breathing laboriously. He had not eaten anything in several days--and yes, he did look like someone from a concentration camp liberation photograph. I don't know if he knew we were there or not--his eyes were not focusing--but I told him that it would all be okay.
I'm surprised that Fritz lasted as long as he did. A year ago he was taking some chemotherapy treatments but the improvement did not last and he continued to get weaker. I told him that it would eventually happen to all of us.
Fritz wanted me to keep it pretty quiet that he was seriously ill, so I have not said very much to anyone until now.
I don't really like making announcements like this, but hopefully you heard it from me first. Don't hesitate to discuss it if you like.
I'll see if I can find some photographs to share.