Fite, Cory David Obituary

Fite, Cory David attended Elk Grove High School in Elk Grove, CA. View the obituary, post a memory, or share a photo about Fite, Cory David.

Graduation Year	Class of 1972
Date of Passing	Oct 10, 2021
About	The most pure, kind, selfless, silly & loving musical man was diagnosed with early-onset dementia (Alzheimer's) a few years ago in his late fifties. My daddy never met a stranger. My daddy went undiagnosed for years because he was simply so silly and gregarious everyone was used to him breaking into Frank Sinatra in what were perhaps inappropriate situations. My daddy fixed music equipment for a living his entire life. He was content to play his music in clubs as a "weekend warrior" with his buddies and make his modest wage in the day to support his family fixing instruments & equipment among many other things that create the thing he loves the most: music. (Ideally Bruce Hornsby, The Beatles, Hendrix or some variation of the 3. At one point listening to "Mandolin Rain" was the only thing that calmed him.) Lover of old radios, vinyl records and all things Andy Griffith, rescue dogs and Disney-in my entire life I've never seen him raise his voice aside from yelling the NANANA's of Hey Jude during our father-daughter dance. My daddy adopted legally and emotionally my big sister Laila when he married my mother and raised her as his flesh and blood. He is the kind of human who you know will go (should you believe in such things) straight past go and on to Heaven. He FaceTimed with his buddy Bob Cheevers and while still cloudy could bust out in song to the "yahh-yahhhs" of Michael McDonald. He greeted visitors with his usual loving kindness, suddenly able to stand and walk unassissted. He even followed my mom down the driveway as she pulled away to make sure he told her he loved her. He was coming back to us! Cory was brought home and taken care by family in shifts, but the ultimate result we knew would come and he is now gone. Our Daddy, Cory David Fite, is now back in the arms of his parents, Frances & Bob Fite. His remains will be scattered in some of his favorite places in California. We ask that you continue to pray for his soul and our family as we try to cope with the loss of our beloved Daddy, Codaddy, Grandpa Fite, Sound Warrior. Much love to all ~ Laila, Lindsey, Nathan & Butch Nashville, TN. October 2021 My daddy is dying by craziness. Truly. We have known this for awhile. The most pure, kind, selfless, silly & loving musical man was diagnosed with early-onset dementia (Alzheimer's) a few years ago in his late fifties. My daddy never met a stranger. My daddy went undiagnosed for years because he was simply so silly and gregarious everyone was used to him breaking into Frank Sinatra in what were perhaps inappropriate situations. My daddy fixed music equipment for a living his entire life. He was content to play his music in clubs as a "weekend warrior" with his buddies and make his modest wage in the day to support his family fixing instruments & equipment among many other things that create the thing he loves the most: music. (Ideally Bruce Hornsby, The Beatles, Hendrix or some variation of the 3. At one point listening to "Mandolin Rain" was the only thing that calmed him.) Lover of old radios, vinyl records and all things Andy Griffith, rescue dogs and Disney-in my entire life I've never seen him raise his voice aside from yelling the NANANA's of Hey Jude during our father-daughter dance. My daddy adopted legally and emotionally my big sister Laila when he married my mother and raised her as his flesh and blood. He is the kind of human who you know will go (should you believe in such things) straight past go and on to Heaven. But his nursing home in Bellevue, the place we agonized over sending him to but were promised safety, support and above all HEALTH....nearly killed him. I will not go into it here as that is not my goal in this HOWEVER- if you have concern over a loved one in a home (even the "good" ones) please reach out to me to hear our stories and in particular the horror of haldol. Once Covid started-we knew we weren't going to be allowed to see him. This is happening all over the country, one of the many side effects of this evil pandemic. What we didn't know was that the care center outside of the watchful eye of his family would sedate him so heavily on a antipsychotic, as he is so young and able and ambulatory (very inconvenient for them), they would no longer allow us to FaceTime him at will as to not see how they were keeping him. In fact after meeting with a psychiatrist for follow-up she immediately halved his dose. All that matters is this, without knowing how in the HELL we're going to handle this-we got him back. When they brought him out to us he rounded the corner shuffling, unable to make eye contact, unable to walk without being held up by two staff members. We got him in the car somehow and buckled him in. He could say very few words. He was a ghost. Within 1 hour of being home with a little assistance he devoured an entire sub from Jersey Mike's and a box of his favorite candy, Whoppers. We had been told he was "eating great" but somehow managed to come home to us weighing less than 150 pounds. The angel whistleblower informed us right before we removed him that he seemed to have forgotten how to chew and swallow because he was so heavily sedated. Within hours of him being home and under medical advice skipping the 2nd dose of Haldol he was making eye contact, reaching out to keep his grandbabies from bumping into the coffee table while playing, making jokes and quoting Forrest Gump. He FaceTimed with his buddy Bob Cheevers and while still cloudy could bust out in song to the "yahh-yahhhs" of Michael McDonald. He greeted visitors with his usual loving kindness, suddenly able to stand and walk unassissted. He even followed my mom down the driveway as she pulled away to make sure he told her he loved her. He was coming back to us! Had we done what the facility told us...had we not had insider information and a GUT FEELING....we would have assumed this was just his disease. This was just the evil journey of dementia and there was nothing to be done but mourn and make him comfortable. The problem with my dad is he is young and healthy and extremely inconvenient for them. They're used to very old, very frail, very sedate humans. They promised us a level of care that would offer him support, presence, respect, care and constant communication with his family. They failed. They were inconvenienced and understaffed and unwilling to listen to their own employees who voiced their concerns. Cory was brought home and taken care by family in shifts, but the ultimate result we knew would come and he is now gone. Our Daddy, Cory David Fite, is now back in the arms of his parents, Frances & Bob Fite. His remains will be scattered in some of his favorite places in California. We ask that you continue to pray for his soul and our family as we try to cope with the loss of our beloved Daddy, Codaddy, Grandpa Fite, Sound Warrior. Much love to all ~ Laila, Lindsey, Nathan & Butch Nashville, TN.