Yesterday afternoon when Karlio went to work, he called me with some very, very sad news.
Our most favorite driver, had a massive heart attack right there at the job site in the morning and sadly, could not be resuscitated.
Let me tell you all a little about "Jersey".
Jersey was he first driver I had met when Karlio started his new job. You know how first impressions are always so accurate?
My first impression? I totally, 100% fell in love with this man's personality, the way his eyes sparkled, the way he glowed when he talked about his wife and family, the plain out honest goodness in his heart.
He made me laugh when he accidentally said "damn" in front of me and apologized like crazy, insisting it was not good manners to cuss in front of a lady...although I told him it was perfectly OK and that I had been known to say much worse things then that. LOL!
I loved listening to his New Jersey accent and we used to chat about crazy things like how much we missed the taste of real NY or NJ pizza and bagels.
He would tell me he was on a diet and I say I was too..so as long as we just dreamed about pizza and bagels, we'd be OK.
FYI...neither of us were really good dreamers or dieters. :0)
I loved the way he always smiled and he once told me there was no sense going through life grumpy.
He'd give you the shirt off his back and never ask for anything in return.
He always found good in everyone. Everyone also found good in him. He was awesome.
Jersey talked lately about retiring soon and spending time with his family. I thought that was so cool.
Karlio told me that whenever Jersey came in to have his truck serviced, they always sat for a bit in the his air conditioned office and Jersey, always, without ever missing a beat, asked about the kids and me.
I'd like to ask a favor, and ask that you say a little prayer for his family. This happened so suddenly.
Also..in memory and in my sadness of losing a very dear friend, please do a favor for me.
Life is so short and you just never know when it will be our last. I believe our book of life is written before we are even born.
Everyday, when your husband/wife/child walks out that door for the day, always, always tell them you love them. Please never part on a bad note.
I know I have been guilty of this so many times. I promise with all my heart that will never happen again.
Why? Because no matter how nuts they may drive you, you just never know when that particular morning will be the last time you see the one you love.
Rest in Peace our good friend, TR #004 William "Jersey" Wraston.
You will be missed.
If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too:
But when tomorrow starts without me ,
Please try to understand,
That an Angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready
In Heaven far above, And that I'd have to leave behind;
All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, so much left to do.
It seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be.
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me from His great golden throne,
He said "This is eternity and all I've promised you"
Today your life on Earth has passed,
But here life starts anew,
I promise no tomorrow but today will always last,
And since each days the same way, there's no longing for the past.
You have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were some times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at least your free.
So won't you come and take my hand, and share your life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
~Author Unknown~
Have a great day everyone.
Love, Kim
5 comments:
That's so sad. I will keep his family in my prayers.
Margie Miller
Kim, Karl, and family,
I'm so sorry to hear about your friend. I will keep his family and yours close at heart. I hope some day his family sees your post, Kim. What a nice tribute.
Again, I'm sorry.
Love,
Shiela in 'good ole NY' ...
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.
I'm so sorry for this great loss. As I read this Kim, tears filled my eyes. I felt like you were described the greatest loss that I had experienced this winter. I lost my Dad very unexpectedly. He was my rock for me and my kids when my husband deployed to Iraq and I don't know what I would've done without him. He experienced a heart arythimia problem much like some of the athletes have and there was nothing to help him unless we would've had a defribulator right there. As I read the poem I see my Dad. Its beautiful. Is it alright if I copy and paste it for my Mom? Dad left us on December 2nd and each day our tears fall for him. I feel the pain of your friends family. It is not easy and like Jersey my Dad was someone that took the time to talk to everyone and help everyone. He was actually helping his elderly neighbor when he collapsed.
May my Dad, Tony and Jersey rejoice together in heaven and watch over their families.
Kari, from Wisconsin
zfamily00@hotmail.com
Kari...
I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your Dad.
Of course you can copy the poem. I found it on the internet but it didn't provide an author's name.
Prayers.....
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