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roxyThis is kinda for myself, so I'll have it when I need it, and kinda for you guys, so you have some kind of idea about Mr. R's brother, Mitch. I met him when he was 16 and the sweetest little kid in the world. He grew up to be a hell of a nice guy, just like his big brother, Ed. I have permission from Mitch's wife to post this here, so here goes.
Yesterday was the 19th anniversary of the day that Mitch and I met. Thank you Connie Nunez. Nineteen years is a long time but not nearly enough. I suppose this will mostly be a love letter about Mitch written to you. I am not a person that shares a lot personal details with a lot of people but I want to honor him.
I know everyone that knows him knows he is great and a truly nice person but that doesn’t even scratch the surface. Mitch has a spirit that attracts people. He is the kind of guy that will stop and help motorists in need or run into a stranger’s house to help their sick relative when flagged down.
I was extremely fortunate to meet the love of my life and my soul mate at such a young age. Mitch is by far the best person that ever came into my life. That cliché that a spouse or partner can make you a better, stronger person is indeed true. I know that now more than ever. I am truly myself with him. We say things to each other (about other people or beliefs) that people are afraid to tell other people. We both love to try different types of food and loved to travel together. The best thing though is . . . We made each other laugh. I don’t think many people would consider me a goof ball but I am one with him. That’s what I loved the most. I made him laugh with jokes or funny sayings and he made me laugh with his actions (usually farting) J or expressions.
I looked forward to my future with him. We had just started our plans to travel more when we found out he was sick. Now we both must face the fact that our time here together will most likely be cut far too soon. We used to say Happy March 11th day on the anniversary of the day we met. The only things happy about yesterday is that we were together and I was able to look into those wonderful brown eyes of my partner in life.
Yesterday the Dr. and I had to tell him that it looked like the bacterial infection was not going to go away and I asked him if he wanted to stay here and fight or be at home in Lakeland. I had spoken to him about this the night before and we have spoken in the past about the realities of his illness, but yesterday was the day.
He plans to stay here a few more days and if the infection doesn’t improve we will try to go to a facility in Lakeland. He is going to continue to fight. As you can imagine that was the hardest day of both of our lives. But husband is still a champ. He is fighting until he can’t anymore. Earlier this week when the side effects of the many antibiotics became worse he still continued physical therapy and did a damn good job. I was never more proud than when the Dr. said he has beaten the odds for the past two years.
I would not be writing this, much less standing, if it weren’t for him and the way he has fought and continues to fight. I probably only missed about two or three days of work in the past 5 years because Mitch got up nearly every day that he wasn’t on leave of absence and went to work (I didn’t always agree with that) because he wanted to live as normal a life as possible. Well, you all know that hasn’t been the case this past year.
Many have questioned how I have dealt with all of this and for so long. Mitch. I have told many of you that most of the time it hasn’t been that bad (though the illness is/was). It’s because I have been with my #1. We have laughed and had fun at times you couldn’t imagine. Even last night when we both feared it could be our last night together here, physically on earth. We joked and laughed. I looked into those brown eyes and he looked into mine. I could only sit strongly by his side because of him and our love.
You see things or people may tell you what cancer can’t take away. It can take away birthday or anniversary plans, vacations, time with friends and family, and unfortunately your life. It cannot take away true and abiding love.
He was (is) my North, my South, my East, and West
My working week, and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song:
Excerpt from “Stop All the Clocks” by W.H. Auden
My ending for the poem would be different:
I KNOW OUR LOVE WILL LAST FOREVER
Thank for letting me honor Mitch too, thanks for letting me share your love letter.
Yesterday was the 19th anniversary of the day that Mitch and I met. Thank you Connie Nunez. Nineteen years is a long time but not nearly enough. I suppose this will mostly be a love letter about Mitch written to you. I am not a person that shares a lot personal details with a lot of people but I want to honor him.
I know everyone that knows him knows he is great and a truly nice person but that doesn’t even scratch the surface. Mitch has a spirit that attracts people. He is the kind of guy that will stop and help motorists in need or run into a stranger’s house to help their sick relative when flagged down.
I was extremely fortunate to meet the love of my life and my soul mate at such a young age. Mitch is by far the best person that ever came into my life. That cliché that a spouse or partner can make you a better, stronger person is indeed true. I know that now more than ever. I am truly myself with him. We say things to each other (about other people or beliefs) that people are afraid to tell other people. We both love to try different types of food and loved to travel together. The best thing though is . . . We made each other laugh. I don’t think many people would consider me a goof ball but I am one with him. That’s what I loved the most. I made him laugh with jokes or funny sayings and he made me laugh with his actions (usually farting) J or expressions.
I looked forward to my future with him. We had just started our plans to travel more when we found out he was sick. Now we both must face the fact that our time here together will most likely be cut far too soon. We used to say Happy March 11th day on the anniversary of the day we met. The only things happy about yesterday is that we were together and I was able to look into those wonderful brown eyes of my partner in life.
Yesterday the Dr. and I had to tell him that it looked like the bacterial infection was not going to go away and I asked him if he wanted to stay here and fight or be at home in Lakeland. I had spoken to him about this the night before and we have spoken in the past about the realities of his illness, but yesterday was the day.
He plans to stay here a few more days and if the infection doesn’t improve we will try to go to a facility in Lakeland. He is going to continue to fight. As you can imagine that was the hardest day of both of our lives. But husband is still a champ. He is fighting until he can’t anymore. Earlier this week when the side effects of the many antibiotics became worse he still continued physical therapy and did a damn good job. I was never more proud than when the Dr. said he has beaten the odds for the past two years.
I would not be writing this, much less standing, if it weren’t for him and the way he has fought and continues to fight. I probably only missed about two or three days of work in the past 5 years because Mitch got up nearly every day that he wasn’t on leave of absence and went to work (I didn’t always agree with that) because he wanted to live as normal a life as possible. Well, you all know that hasn’t been the case this past year.
Many have questioned how I have dealt with all of this and for so long. Mitch. I have told many of you that most of the time it hasn’t been that bad (though the illness is/was). It’s because I have been with my #1. We have laughed and had fun at times you couldn’t imagine. Even last night when we both feared it could be our last night together here, physically on earth. We joked and laughed. I looked into those brown eyes and he looked into mine. I could only sit strongly by his side because of him and our love.
You see things or people may tell you what cancer can’t take away. It can take away birthday or anniversary plans, vacations, time with friends and family, and unfortunately your life. It cannot take away true and abiding love.
He was (is) my North, my South, my East, and West
My working week, and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song:
Excerpt from “Stop All the Clocks” by W.H. Auden
My ending for the poem would be different:
I KNOW OUR LOVE WILL LAST FOREVER
Thank for letting me honor Mitch too, thanks for letting me share your love letter.
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