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Karen, Jack's wife, died. Most of you, especially from West Tisbury (Okay, so Ali) knew Jack from Alley's, and his crazy wife Karen, she was the cartoonist for the MV Times and she made that bizarre calendar. She had, like, 6 PhD's, she was an astounding pianist, fantastic cook, and overall, the female version of Jack. Aka crazy, bizarre lunatic. She and Jack have been friends of mine forever, I worked for Jack for almost 5 years, and they were the best. She used to make us breakfast every Sunday morning and bring it to the store. Background info: She and Jack met a looong time ago, sorta forgot each other, and then BANG! fell in love last winter. They were only together a few months when Jack proposed to her on his parents' 50th wedding anniversary. They married in October- As in, ten months ago. And she just died of breast cancer. She wasn't even 40. They used to go off every single day on the Angel Flights to Hyannis. She was in perpetual pain but always crazy and always there for everyone. She got a new medicine that was supposed to last a long time, but she was allergic to it, her body rejected it, and because of the levels of the medicine in her, she could not have any additional treatment for something like 3 months. But it was too much for her, and she was gone in about one month.
She was always smiling, always happy, perfect, saying something witty, bizarre, or frigging enlightening. I'll miss her a lot, but the thing that made me cry the hardest was Jack. He said he was a lot better now that she was done suffering- It sounds cliche but she really was in agony- and the last thing he said to me today was, "She's so happy now. She even had a huge grin on her face, right before she left. She told me she loved me, smiled, squeezed my hand, and she's still smiling."
He was perfectly calm as he told me this, but I was WEEPING. To love someone so much, to have your absolute SOULMATE, and have them taken away in less than TEN MONTHS of marriage is just wrong.
They say it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Is it worth the agony? I think that what he got to exprience, what they had together, was so perfect and so special, that he is so lucky, but on the other hand, he was utterly robbed. God, Jack....
Can we all try to remember not to take shit for granted? 'Cause someone has to die around here for us all to remember. Whether it's a tragic accident like Kevin, David, or Ivy, or if it was some beautiful, ingenious people that knew their time was coming, like Frau and Karen, they all lived in so many positive, different ways. And it takes the loss of these individuals to make us wake up and remember how we're supposed to live, what our purposes here are.
I hate the cheese factor there, but you guys, it's so goddamn true, I love you all more than anything and if I have to go to any more funerals for people I care about, I don't know what'll happen.
:( College in three weeks from....well it's technically tomorrow in 1 minute. Shit.
She was always smiling, always happy, perfect, saying something witty, bizarre, or frigging enlightening. I'll miss her a lot, but the thing that made me cry the hardest was Jack. He said he was a lot better now that she was done suffering- It sounds cliche but she really was in agony- and the last thing he said to me today was, "She's so happy now. She even had a huge grin on her face, right before she left. She told me she loved me, smiled, squeezed my hand, and she's still smiling."
He was perfectly calm as he told me this, but I was WEEPING. To love someone so much, to have your absolute SOULMATE, and have them taken away in less than TEN MONTHS of marriage is just wrong.
They say it's better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Is it worth the agony? I think that what he got to exprience, what they had together, was so perfect and so special, that he is so lucky, but on the other hand, he was utterly robbed. God, Jack....
Can we all try to remember not to take shit for granted? 'Cause someone has to die around here for us all to remember. Whether it's a tragic accident like Kevin, David, or Ivy, or if it was some beautiful, ingenious people that knew their time was coming, like Frau and Karen, they all lived in so many positive, different ways. And it takes the loss of these individuals to make us wake up and remember how we're supposed to live, what our purposes here are.
I hate the cheese factor there, but you guys, it's so goddamn true, I love you all more than anything and if I have to go to any more funerals for people I care about, I don't know what'll happen.
:( College in three weeks from....well it's technically tomorrow in 1 minute. Shit.