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Bill Poplack, 1982

My Grandfather, William J. Poplack, died yesterday at around 4:45 in the afternoon. He was incredibly caring and generous human being, and, at 88, he’d lost absolutely none of the wit that made him so much fun to spend time with. Grandpa stayed with us through more than 10 years of his declining health  he was also a fighter with an iron will. He survived a Nazi P.O.W. camp after his plane was shot down over occupied Holland during World War II, and then, forty years later, bested a gunshot to the heart during a mugging right here in New York City. When his time finally came, he was surrounded by family in Birmingham, MI, the place he lived all his life. Every one who knew him and was close to him will certainly miss him very much.

Posted on Friday, September 18th, 2009 at 1:43 am