It’s hard to measure the value of simply being a good person in life…
Too often we give way too much weight in life for people who have a ton of money, fame or good fortune. This site is proof of that. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m person who wants to leave a mark in history. And that I also want to enjoy an exciting life.
However, I’ve never said this was the only way to go.
Two of the greatest men I know want none of that. They just want to be good husbands and fathers. And that’s not easy. My grandfather by marriage was the kind of man who truly would "give you the shirt off his back" if he cared about you. Ben Studna loved me and my brothers and gave us all he had to give. All that he could.
I was pleased but heartbroken to hold his hand and look into his eyes as the lights went out in his life.
I truly loved the man. He was crude – not a cool guy – short, bald and a jewish cowboy. A horse trader and later a used car man. He reminded me of Popeye. A tough man, but he was able to love us and my grandmother with all his heart.
Today I lost another man I had nothing but respect for.
John Trantham married my mother Rita Glazer a few years after her divorce from my real father, Stan. John gave my mother a wonderful life. They traveled together around the world. John and Rita loved each other, were loyal and best friends. My mom met John when he was a lifeguard at her pool as a child. Never thinking one day they would be husband and wife. John graduated college and went into government work. John became an agent for the brand new Central Intelligence Agency, yes the CIA. He was no James Bond, but lived overseas and stayed in the agency for nearly five years. Later he became a mortgage banker.
John stood by me during my indictments, signed my bonds and gave me advice – great advice. He never had a bad word to say about anyone. Wver. He was such a class act.
I took John to see the doctor two weeks ago. He had struggled since my mother passed away in 2007. He turned 81, and was starting to look much older and slower. John still lived in his home in Prairie Village. He’d been there with my mom for three decades. Funny I just couldn’t imagine him passing away. His son called me a few hours ago to say John did not make it. I have to admit I was just as surprised to feel a tear run down my check.
My dear friend Debbie (Mermaid) called me to tell me that her father also had died today. It’s going to be a tough week for both of us.
Two good men who will be missed by many. Yes, they are hard to find.