Every Day Really
is...a Gift
We try to be as objective as possible
as we publish articles for the community, but today...is a
different kind of day...
...and...today....this
article is for ME....
....yet at the same time, I felt the
need to share it with all of you.
It has been a mere few days since a
dear friend and former business associate of 35 years,
George Jacobs, and his wife, Patti, made
their semiannual pilgrimage to their favorite city, Las
Vegas.
It had been a cold and damaging winter
in Cleveland, Ohio this past year, and for months they were looking forward to
getting back into the warm weather and continuing to travel by auto throughout
the Southwest as George was "considering"
retirement.
George always had one of the most
successful insurance brokerage operations in the country, and let's just
say....work...was fun...
in his mind.
...but as is the case with all of us,
the years passed; the times changed; and year after year, the decision to
retire always got pushed back....again and again.
It was not a matter of money...George
was always very generous toward others, but never toward
himself.
For years I would always ask him if he
had ever spent his first communion money given to him as a child....and pleaded
with him...
...that it was about time he and his
lovely wife, joined the ranks of the seniors to enjoy whatever time the good
Lord allowed us.
George turned 68 not long ago....and it
appeared that I had finally been making some headway in his
thinking....
...thanks to some prophetic words given
to me by another dear friend years ago when I decided to
retire.
I told
George...
"Do you realize
that if you're lucky, you probably won't be able to enjoy 10 more summers before
your health won't allow you to enjoy them any
longer...
...that 10 years is
more like 10 minutes in a retiree's life, as the years pass by so
quickly?"
I know...
...it's been 10 years since I retired,
am the same age as George...and it's still hard to comprehend just how fast the
last 10 years have passed...
...that the number of summers I may
enjoy.....are also quite limited.
But...I'm not the subject of this
story....
George and his wife
are !
George and Patti arrived in Las Vegas
on Saturday evening, April 25th.
Like every trip they ever made to Las
Vegas, the two week "detailed itinerary" that George
would create each time, allowed them to drive through a number of states to
enjoy the scenery, and spend a few up front and at the end of the trip, days, in
Las Vegas...to allow Patti her love....slot machines...
...before they would travel back to
Cleveland.
They got a rental car, checked into
their hotel, and couldn't wait to see the lights of the Strip while they were
staying at the Aria.
Saturday was fun...it was Patti's part of the trip...she knew that driving
though the other states to see the sights was "for
George"...a happy compromise !
Sunday rolled around, and unlike so
many visitors who arrive here, that didn't stop them from getting up early and
going to Mass, before the day would proceed.
Their devotion to the Catholic faith
has always been unquestionably the number one priority in their
lives.
But this Sunday...something different
would happen.
George parked the car after dropping
Patti off at the front of the church, and as he was about to meet her...
something was wrong....Patti had tripped and hit her
head...
...and was being assisted by others who
had witnessed her fall.
She was hurt...but it was believed the
injury was not serious, and they continued their day.
After church, Patti knew that it was
time to find her favorite slot machines, and off they went in search to find
them.
Two hours passed and suddenly Patti was
feeling ill....she thought it would be best to go back to the room and
rest.
When she arrived at the Aria, her
stomach became upset and she began to vomit....and now, George was beginning to
worry.
His wife of 44
years (they had celebrated their anniversary a couple of days earlier on
April 24th) didn't look "right", and an ambulance was
called.
Patti was taken to UMC Trauma Center
when it was explained that she had taken a bad spill a few hours
earlier....
...and two hours later, emergency brain
surgery was performed. The fall had caused bleeding in her
brain.
George called me from the ambulance on
the way to UMC to tell me what had taken place, and my wife, Marla, and I were
off to UMC within minutes.
When we arrived....George had told us
that the surgery was believed to have been
successful....
...but that was not the case.
Sunday went into Monday, and her
condition worsened...two of their three children flew in from Cleveland to be
with their mom and dad....who were 2,500 miles from their
home.
On Tuesday, the doctors gave George the
news no person would ever want to hear....his wife of 44 years had been placed
on life support, and that tests indicated no brain
activity.
In the wee hours of Wednesday, April
29th....the decision was made by the family to remove life support from her; and
within minutes, a wife and mother, who just three days previously had been
looking forward to spending a two week vacation with her husband....was now
gone.
As I write this, my heart is heavy, as
my dear friend George, had to go back home to a house that will now be empty.
His companion of 44 years will never again greet him in the morning, or say good
night to him as each day ends.
...Yet...those "10 summers" will continue to pass...won't
they?
So as I said goodbye to the wife of a
dear friend, I came to realize the true meaning of the
words...
"Every Day is A
Gift"
So....do as I did this
morning...
...pick up that phone, or look over at
that certain special someone and say
"I Love You"
Be a kinder person, and appreciate
those who have made you the person you are ...
...because summer is
approaching...
...it will be short...
...and suddenly the number 10...
...will be 9
!
Dick
Arendt