Memorial in Loving Memory of Michael Goldfield

Hi, My name is Jennifer and this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.

My dad, Michael Goldfield, passed away this past week after a years long battle with heart disease. (He was only 60, too young for something like this. But turns out he had a genetic heart defect that made the valves in his heart weaker than they should have been.)

It’s ironic that his heart is what killed him when he had the biggest heart of any person I’ve ever known and will probably ever know. He leaves behind my mom, Patte, my sisters Brittany and Rebecca, and the baby of the family, my brother Joshua (Josh would HATE that I said it like that, but my dad would find it hilarious.) And, of course, Harley, Madison, and Sadie. (Our dog and two cats, respectively.)

I want to tell you a little bit about him, and I don’t even know how many people will read this... but gosh, he had so much life and love to give and the biggest warmest soul of anyone you’d ever meet. He made friends where ever he went. (Like the nurses at the countless doctors appointments we took him to; he was everyone’s favorite patient on the floor. Giving nurses weird nicknames and joking about falling off beds. My favorite story is the one of him nicknaming a nurse ‘Nurse Ratchet’ and finding it HILARIOUS. Don’t worry, that nurse loved him too.)

It’s hard to put into words how much he meant and still means and will always mean to me and my family. He was always a call or a text away. The person we went to for endless advice. You knew he’d tell you exactly what he thought and would tell it straight from the heart. He had unending faith that his kids were the best and the smartest and the prettiest and were meant for only the greatest of things. I don’t know what we’re going to do without him. Without the support of someone who’s love was so freely given and so unconditional. 

But he would want us to move on. He would want us to live our best lives and take care of our mom. And we’re going to do it. We’re going live our lives to the fullest and hot damn if next time I don’t cry the entire time I’m on Splash Mountain... but that’s what he’d want. (Well, probably not the crying. But also, he did have the funniest and most morbid sense of humor. It’s absolutely where me and my siblings got it from.)



This brings me to this gofundme. We could use the help. The memorial service is a few thousand dollars on it’s own. I, personally, am taking a week off of work that is unpaid to help my mom. There are so many random little expensive things that I’ve never thought about, that pop up with a death of a loved one. Things I’ve luckily, until now, never have had to think about. Meals that are take-out because we don’t have the energy to cook. Bills that got skipped because that wasn’t our main focus or priority. 

And if you scroll by this, and don’t donate, that’s fine too. It sounds so blasé, but tell someone important to you that you love them. (I just felt RIDICULOUS typing that out but my dad was so corny and he would say it and MEAN IT and so I mean it too.)

If you somehow made it this far, thanks for any and all support. It means the world to us. We truly cannot thank you enough. 

- Jen, Brit, Bex, Josh, Patte, (Harley, Madison, & Sadie)



He had the kindest face, didn’t he? Rest In Peace, we love you forever, dada.