JR

 So, me and a couple of other people have been trying to help a guy name JR.  Jr is a disabled vet.  We have been friends with him for almost a year, but had never been to his apartment.  Awhile back he asked my advocate to look at his truck, which led to taking out some of his trash...but when my Advocate went into his place, he was shocked...it was beyond filthy...imagine the worse case scenario and there you go...in fact, his house was so bad that I COULD NOT STAND TO BE IN THERE.  So, my advocate, his friend, and me set out to get his place back in order...I did a bazillion loads of laundry, and threw out trash...my advocate cleaned his bathroom, and his friend tackled the kitchen....

We finally got the place back in order, so Jr could walk around his own place...Jr was so happy his home was looking like a home again.  He had started dialysis and was feeling much better...he asked me to take him grocery shopping, and of course I did.  While we were shopping, he told me I was his best friend....which touched my heart, because I do not have many friends...then a couple of minutes later, he chewed me out for throwing away his jar of mayonnaise (which he had left out for more than 3 days..) that was Jr.  He was 51 years old and almost blind, about 100 pounds, diabetic, and could barely walk but he would still chew out the best of us!!  haha  

Two days after I took him shopping, my advocate found him dead in his apartment.  He did a wellness check and found him slumped over in the bathroom...he said he looked peaceful, almost like he was resting....

We knew he did not have a lot longer to live, but we were trying to make his life easier, and he was happy, in the end...

His death, hurts me to the core....

I met Jr about a year ago, and now he is dead.  I got to know him, and help him, we developed a great friendship.  He knew of my DID, watched our videos and got such a great kick out of me saying "Hi Jr" at the end of the videos.

I met Jett, became friends with him, and he was dead in a year.

I met Jr, became friends with him, and he was dead in a year....

My god is this a pattern with me???  Why does this keep happening?  Jr died 3 days before Christmas....

Another fuck memory to attach to the already long list of fuck memories that are around christmas.   I hate the holiday season...

How can I be happy, when we are about to bury our friend...we gave him hope, and he died....alone.....

Good bye Jr...fly safe...I will see you in the universe....

So, this morning, the day after his death, I sent him this, to his cellphone...somewhere in the universe I feel he has read it..