john
to Marge and Robert Flynn in 1954. In 2004 his mother died, his father died in 1982.
Then in 2005 he lost his son whom was murdered.
John was ill the last few months of his life
. After spending six weeks in the hospital he came home on May 2.
He made me a promise that no matter what he would not die in June. He finally lost his fight and died at home with me by his side on July 2, 2006. 23 years to the day that his dad died.
He never got to tell his dad good bye on the day he died
so his dad welcomed him home on that day 23 yrs later...
He asked me to promise him 3 things!
The 1st was to not to let him
die in the hospital which I didn't
2nd was to hold him till he died I did he died in my arms at 4.45 pm
The 3rd was for her not to send his body out of the house
to fast I didnt he stayed home for 3hrs after he passed
everybody came and got to say their good-byes!!
He fought a long hard battle there the last 3 months of his life
he was a big man he weight 415#
when he 1st got sick and when he passed he was down to 190#!!
he will always be loved and missed!!
truckdriver life
A Truckers Life - A Truckers Wife
The weeks go by, just the kids and I; No Daddy, no Husband, no friend! A truck driver's wife can be a lonely position....
Truckers are as American as apple pie! Five days a week my husband is up and down the highways, delivering goods for you and me. I spend a lot of time at home alone, taking care of everything under the sun, being mommy and daddy. He is our hero because we know without people like him we would have no food at the grocery store, no produce at the produce markets, no gas at the gas stations, no mail delivered to our door, the list is endless. At some point in time everything we touch is handled by a transport company or independent driver.
Driving a big truck is not an easy job. Drivers have deadlines to make, they spend long periods of time away from their home and families, unless they are lucky enough to find a local driving job that pays enough. Not likely! They have to deal with traffic, weather conditions and other motorists. Most accidents that involve a tractor trailer are usually the other person's faults. People in general don't have a clue as to what it takes to drive a big truck while trying to deliver freight for you, me and everyone else on earth. Not many people know what is involved in the daily or weekly run of a truck driver. Take into consideration the 13 gears a driver has to go through to get up to highway speed, that's one hand on the wheel, one hand on the shifter, and their feet between clutch, brake and gas. Think about it, that is all four appendages being used at the same time. Most people can't walk and chew gum at the same time. When they drive in town, it is a constant shifting procedure in stop and go traffic. Once they are on the highway and have reached highway speed, stopping a loaded truck is just as hard as getting it going, sometimes harder. The weight disbursement is all in the rear end and literally pushes the tractor of the truck while the driver is breaking. This is the reason for so many jack-knives, especially on slippery wet roads, the driver tries to stop to avoid an accident and the heavy part, the trailer, does not stop, and swings itself around, usually dragging the front, tractor, right along with it. Truck drivers also have to deal with vision impairments, no that doesn't mean they have bad eye sight. The length of the truck and the positioning of the mirrors make it very difficult to judge. Trucks have a lot of blind spots, they are much higher and much longer than other vehicles on the road. So all you brave souls in your little cars that like to ride along side big trucks, THEY CAN'T SEE YOU! When you follow to close behind them and try to turn beside them, thinking you are faster than they are, THEY CAN'T SEE YOU!
I've found most truck drivers leave their professions because of accidents caused by others. Most of them are family men and women, yes I know women truck drivers, who seldom see their families. When a car full of young people pull out in front of them and they can't stop it causes dreadful accidents, the driver reflects on his own children at home. When the mother in the car full of children, who decided it was great to ride along side a truck so the kids can get a look, doesn't see the truck changing lanes and gets run off the road. The driver flashes back to his own family at home.
I think it should be a requirement to take an additional test at the time of receiving our license on knowing how to conduct ourselves when driving near a big truck. Remember truckers are out their doing a job for us, transporting goods to our home towns, moving us, and delivering for us. They should be treated with respect on the roadways.
A truck driver is always one of the first people to stop and help others stranded on the highway. They make emergency calls for people, they give up their water reserve to cars that have over heated, and they usually will take someone who is stranded to the next exit for help, even on their strict deadlines. If they can't make the stop, you can pretty much bet they have radioed the local police or the trucker behind them that someone needs assistance. They are a group of people we don't come in contact with much anymore, people who are willing to lend a helping hand to a complete stranger in need. Truck drivers are heros, just as much as the police department, or the fire department. In the midst of doing their job they take the time to help others. So please respect them and avoid pulling out in front of them or passing on their right side. Better yet, before messing with a big truck, get behind the wheel and take one for a spin, go ahead, see what it's like. I did, and I must say, it's not anything I would want to do for a living and I pray constantly for my husband and the father of my children to make it back home safely!
Copyright © 2000
Wendy Kudlicka please dont copy this thank you
In tears I saw you sinking,
I watched you fade away.
You suffered much in silence,
you fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage.
Your spirit did not bend,
and still you kept on fighting until the very end.
God saw you getting tired.
When a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around you and whispered "come to me".
So when I saw you sleeping So peaceful, free from pain.
I could not wish you back to suffer that again
Forever Changed*
Can you see the change in me? It may not be so obvious to you I participate in family activities. I attend family reunions.. I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore. But I do cry! When everyone has gone - when it is safe- the tears fall. I cry in privacy so my family won't worry. I cry until I am exhausted and can finally sleep. You tell me you admire my strength and my positive attitude.
But I am not strong, I feel that I have lost control; and I panic when I think about tomorrow.... next week.... next year. I go about the routine of my job. I complete my assigned tasks. I drink coffee and smile.
You tell me you are glad to see I'm "over" the death of my loved one. But I'm not "over" it. If I get overit, I will be the same as before my loved one died. I will never be the same.
At times I think I am beginning to heal , but the pain of losing someone I loved so much has left a permanent scar on my heart. I visit my neighbors.
You tell me that you're glad to see I'm holding up so well. But I'm not holding up well. Sometimes I want to lock the door and hide from the world. I spend time with my friends, I seem calm and collected. I smile when appropriate. You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self" But I will never be back to my "old self". Death and grief, have touched my life....
and I am changed forever.
Forever Changed*
Can you see the change in me? It may not be so obvious to you I participate in family activities. I attend family reunions.. I help plan holiday meals.
You tell me you're glad to see that I don't cry anymore. But I do cry! When everyone has gone - when it is safe- the tears fall. I cry in privacy so my family won't worry. I cry until I am exhausted and can finally sleep. You tell me you admire my strength and my positive attitude.
But I am not strong, I feel that I have lost control; and I panic when I think about tomorrow.... next week.... next year. I go about the routine of my job. I complete my assigned tasks. I drink coffee and smile.
You tell me you are glad to see I'm "over" the death of my loved one. But I'm not "over" it. If I get overit, I will be the same as before my loved one died. I will never be the same.
At times I think I am beginning to heal , but the pain of losing someone I loved so much has left a permanent scar on my heart. I visit my neighbors.
You tell me that you're glad to see I'm holding up so well. But I'm not holding up well. Sometimes I want to lock the door and hide from the world. I spend time with my friends, I seem calm and collected. I smile when appropriate. You tell me it's good to see me back to my "old self" But I will never be back to my "old self". Death and grief, have touched my life....
and I am changed forever.
I am now in Heaven,
The gates have opened wide,
And now I have the privilege
Of walking by His side.
The angel choir is singing
And the music is so sweet;
I'll join them just as soon
As I have worshiped at His feet.
I am now in Heaven,
The blood washed throng is here;
I recognize a lot of them,
There's not a single tear.
There's joy beyond description
And reunions by the score;
There'll be no more separations,
For we'll be here evermore.
I am now in Heaven,
Please wipe away your tears;
I've fought the battle, run the race,
And I'm rid of all my fears.
There is no pain or sorrow here,
The heartaches now are past;
I've read and sung of Heaven,
And now I'm here at last!
I am now in Heaven,
And oh, this place is grand!
No one could have ever told me
Of all the beauty in this land.
Since I cannot describe it,
You'll have to come and see
That it was worth the many trials
To live here for all eternity!
