Mood: hug me
Now Playing: Day 679-The Final Road To Survival
They say its always the little things in life that mean the most to people. I also believe in that statement.
After a night out having fun I was once again reminded of my condition as the nausea and vomiting followed me home. I was doing really good until I got hit with both that seemed to come out of left field. Expect the unexpected and unpredictable with Gastroparesis. Its a good thing I kept the zip lock bags in my car or I would had been in huge trouble. What turned out to be a great night out turned into a very quiet drive back home. Thank goodness my friend drove but it was still a very wicked trip back to the house. I don't remember going to sleep but I do remember the sound of the doorbell around 12:30pm. The fur gang were also very tired so luckily it didn't wake them up. I figured it was just the local UPS driver and he would leave the package on the porch. Once we all got up around 2:30pm my friend found a note on the door. I opened the envelope only to read the very sad news about my dear neighbor. Jerry had passed away Wednesday evening after battling a broken hip, two surgeries, intestinal infection and colon cancer.I moved into the house over eight years ago and Jerry was like a Grandfather to me. He was always smiling and in high spirits. He loved petting the fur kids when they were outside and enjoyed lazy summer days sitting on the front porch bench we gave him. I always enjoyed bringing over home cooked meals and baked goods. Every holiday I always made him something special. He collected the traditional Christmas photos we did every year and put them near his desk. His daughter wrote in the letter that her Dad wanted us to know that he appreciated everything we did for him over the years and all the baked goodies I made. Its hard looking out the kitchen window and not seeing Jerry and his beloved fur kid Lady getting in the car anymore. I will miss his warm smile and stories about his life. I will miss his sense of humor and the times he was just wanting friendly advice on a new shirt he bought. I am sure everyone that Jerry met in life will miss him.
It's the little things in life that mean the most to people. I have found over the years when we are sick or get older we appreciate the kindness of those around us. Its not the huge elaborate gifts its the thought and the heart behind small tokens of love that mean the most. Jerry was a very selfless man who never met a person who he would consider a stranger. Shouldn't we all be more like that in life? I think so. During his final days his daughter said he was upbeat and remained a fighter. He was always more concerned about others than he was about himself. Jerry saved more than one life. He saved many because he made the choice years ago to be an organ and tissue donor. Now Jerry's memory will live on and allow others to live life again.
I will miss Jerry and thank him for being a genuine friend. He never saw me as any less of a person and remained hopeful that one day there would be a Gastroparesis cure. Jerry always offered to take me to a huge buffet to eat to my hearts content. Although I could never take him up on that offer here on earth surely one day when we meet again I will be able to in Heaven...