It's been 6 weeks since my friend and neighbor's son died in his sleep. He was 31....quite, gentle man with a pretty face. He played with my daughter growing up and was in her class since the 2nd grade. What a smile he had....lite up a room. When he was excited about something..hearing him talk you got excited too...Then when he was 16 he was in a elevator accident and he underwent countless operations on his leg. He was never the same....always in pain....not complaining.....keeping on. I think the other person who suffered as much as him is his mom....seeing her baby boy going through all that day after day...year after year. I think he got his strenght from her...she was a powerhouse.....she's lost some wind since his death...she seems to have gotten smaller.... I still don't know what to say.....
I was walking my dog early on saturday morning....my husband was opening up the trailer upstate that weekend.......he hasn't had a sober day since he got back.......I was walking back home with my dog when my other neighbor said to me...do you know....do you know what happened?...What? He didn't not get up ...they could not wake him up.....who?...i thought he was talking about my friends husband...oh no..... not the husband... the son.....the son...my mind went into a whirl...this just could not be happening.....don't care about the reasons....don't care about the circumstance...don't care...not again...no way
But it was true ....he did not get up....too many are missing him...trying to get through...his dad, sister, his nephew and brother in law and all the friends and family....all the lucky ones who knew and loved him....I won't be seeing him getting into his ever eternal new car, smiling and giving me a wave til tomorrow...rest in peace Joey.
