My Tribute To John
John learned to soon that life isn't fair. Just a few hours before he passed away he said "It isn't fair."
John the little boy with the beautiful smile everyone remembered, touched so many lives.
He was small in stature but showed more courage, strength and bravery in the past six months than a giant.
He was the best patient any nurse or doctor could have. He never complained and did everything asked of him. He did it so the cancer would go away---------but it didn't.
John was obedient and was considerate of everyone's feelings. He was kind. He never wanted anyone to be mad at him.
However--------He always said what was on his mind.
After one of my visits I was preparing to go home, Walter and Henry asked me to stay and come to live with them. John remained quiet. I asked him "John, don't you want me to live with you?" and he said "No, because I don't want you to die in my house." He said I was old. And he was right old people are suppose to die first.
This summer I spent a lot of time at Paula and Walt's, and every time I came John would ask his mother "Why is SHE here?" He associated my visits with chemo or some hospital stay.
One day this summer we were in the car going somewhere and John out of the clear blue sky said "I wish I could fly" and I thought I hope not too soon.
Well, John, now you can soar---------------------you've earned your angel wings.
~Some thoughts from Nana, Myrna