Fred "Lucky" Schiele was a NYC police officer, after serving in the United States Army. He has 3 children- Dori, Freddy, and Diane, and 2 adopted daughters- Dawn and Denise. Fred loved Nascar and not only attended races,but he raced as well in many d Read more...
Fred "Lucky" Schiele was a NYC police officer, after serving in the United States Army. He has 3 children- Dori, Freddy, and Diane, and 2 adopted daughters- Dawn and Denise. Fred loved Nascar and not only attended races,but he raced as well in many different divisions, at Freeport Raceway and Riverhead Raceway, both on Long Island, as a hobby. Every year for many years he would fly down to florida for the last race of the season for Nascar at Homestead Speedway. He also loved hockey, his favorite team was the NY Islanders and went to as many games as he could. Over the years he had a passion for photography, he always took beautiful pictures of scenery of nature, his children, anything he saw that he wanted to capture forever. Fred was also a great fisherman and did that in the summers usually in Stony Brook or on a captree boat.
Fred made friends everywhere he went. People joked and called him the Mayor because everywhere he went, he would run into someone he knew.
He went through a quadruple bi-pass surgery about 7 years ago, and made a full recovery.He continued to live life to the fullest every day, he was unstoppable, but this year, his health took a turn for the worse, he was diagnosed with vasculitis, then pneumonia, then colon cancer and spent the last month of his life in a hospital. He lost his battle on June 29, 2011.
He will be remember by many- family, friends, all who knew and loved him.... R.I.P. Lucky
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Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Everything remains as it was. The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no sorrow in your tone. Laugh as we always laughed, at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again...
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed, at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort.
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again...