You need not to be sorry or sad. Jimmy thought very highly of you.
You enhanced his final days, in fact you came up in our last conversation Tuesday evening.
I tried to call him yesterday afternoon, but it went to voicemail. And according to him, that means he was sleeping.
Lately when I get his voicemail, a little part of me was hoping he wouldn’t wake up.
We’ve been friends for 40+ years and shared similar maladies so dying in one’s sleep was a frequent topic of our conversations.
I called him Tuesday to tell him I saw my first Harris/Walz sign. In Indiana of all places. He told me he sees them every time he goes outside.
He was staying in West Bloomfield, Michigan. A historically Republican and very affluent suburb of Detroit.
He wasn’t a bit surprised that I saw one in Trump country and told me “There’s one every 5 feet in my front yard! That’s one of the reasons I’m ready to die.”
We both had a good laugh at that one.
We talked for about 45 minutes about the usual things. Basically man’s only means of survival is his mind. And how so many have lost theirs.
Subject of police came up and Jimmy ended the conversation with, “I learned one thing from you 20-30 years ago. NO GOOD can EVER come from calling the police!”
So my phone starts ringing this morning about 30 or more minutes before sunrise. I stumble around looking for my glasses and my phone. I missed the call but I see it is from Jimmy’s number.
So i hit the coffee maker and the bathroom thinking cool he finally got a decent night sleep.
I sit down with a cup of coffee and call back. He doesn’t answer, but the Harris/Walz guy says hello.
I’m like, “Jimmy is dead.”
He says yes. I can send you a picture from my number if you want. The good news is he died in his sleep. He is in autopsy now.
I checked the time stamp on the pic and I feel honored to be the number 3 call. After his wife and son.
I think that Jimmy and I both assumed he was technically under an approved doctor’s care. Especially since he talked to the surgeon last weekend.
But no, he didn’t get to rest in peace. He was chopped up like the human livestock we have all become.
He gets to rest in pieces.
That in itself is hilarious considering how he used to say that when cannibalism becomes the norm, he would be last on the list of long pork because he was anorexic.
Thank you kindly for taking the time to express this. I’m deeply moved and honored and am happy that our conversations helped to occupy his mind. I thought the world of him, too. He will be sorely missed. His mind will be sorely missed.
40+ years is a long time. I imagine it will take some adjusting to adapt to his absence. But it seems like you have a positive outlook like he did, and can see the silver lining: peace and freedom at last.
Please accept my condolences on the loss of your friend 💐
Well the good news is that he got his wish and went in his sleep.
He wasn’t all tubed up at a hospital. He managed to leave the clutches of government health care a few days ago.
But, as the two of us often said over the decades, (Govco’s) help is always available.
His body was seized and mutilated (autopsy) as soon as the Authoritah!’s became aware of his ambient condition - because he refused to die under the care of a duly licensed and approved health care “professional.”
I'm very sad to hear this. He has been one of my favorite people on FB.
I’m so sorry and sad to read this. Was just messaging with him less than 48 hours ago. Such a great thinker and writer. May he rest in peace.
Hi Sheryl,
You need not to be sorry or sad. Jimmy thought very highly of you.
You enhanced his final days, in fact you came up in our last conversation Tuesday evening.
I tried to call him yesterday afternoon, but it went to voicemail. And according to him, that means he was sleeping.
Lately when I get his voicemail, a little part of me was hoping he wouldn’t wake up.
We’ve been friends for 40+ years and shared similar maladies so dying in one’s sleep was a frequent topic of our conversations.
I called him Tuesday to tell him I saw my first Harris/Walz sign. In Indiana of all places. He told me he sees them every time he goes outside.
He was staying in West Bloomfield, Michigan. A historically Republican and very affluent suburb of Detroit.
He wasn’t a bit surprised that I saw one in Trump country and told me “There’s one every 5 feet in my front yard! That’s one of the reasons I’m ready to die.”
We both had a good laugh at that one.
We talked for about 45 minutes about the usual things. Basically man’s only means of survival is his mind. And how so many have lost theirs.
Subject of police came up and Jimmy ended the conversation with, “I learned one thing from you 20-30 years ago. NO GOOD can EVER come from calling the police!”
So my phone starts ringing this morning about 30 or more minutes before sunrise. I stumble around looking for my glasses and my phone. I missed the call but I see it is from Jimmy’s number.
So i hit the coffee maker and the bathroom thinking cool he finally got a decent night sleep.
I sit down with a cup of coffee and call back. He doesn’t answer, but the Harris/Walz guy says hello.
I’m like, “Jimmy is dead.”
He says yes. I can send you a picture from my number if you want. The good news is he died in his sleep. He is in autopsy now.
I checked the time stamp on the pic and I feel honored to be the number 3 call. After his wife and son.
I think that Jimmy and I both assumed he was technically under an approved doctor’s care. Especially since he talked to the surgeon last weekend.
But no, he didn’t get to rest in peace. He was chopped up like the human livestock we have all become.
He gets to rest in pieces.
That in itself is hilarious considering how he used to say that when cannibalism becomes the norm, he would be last on the list of long pork because he was anorexic.
Hi David!
Thank you kindly for taking the time to express this. I’m deeply moved and honored and am happy that our conversations helped to occupy his mind. I thought the world of him, too. He will be sorely missed. His mind will be sorely missed.
40+ years is a long time. I imagine it will take some adjusting to adapt to his absence. But it seems like you have a positive outlook like he did, and can see the silver lining: peace and freedom at last.
Please accept my condolences on the loss of your friend 💐
Well the good news is that he got his wish and went in his sleep.
He wasn’t all tubed up at a hospital. He managed to leave the clutches of government health care a few days ago.
But, as the two of us often said over the decades, (Govco’s) help is always available.
His body was seized and mutilated (autopsy) as soon as the Authoritah!’s became aware of his ambient condition - because he refused to die under the care of a duly licensed and approved health care “professional.”
As long as he evaded the religious rituals in life. I doubt he cared about them beyond that.
Kelly,
I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase “who cares!” And “so what!”
He wasn’t a fan of being autopsied.
Pretty sure that was one of the reasons he finally went to the hospital.
We did talk about the “benefits” of dying under a doctor’s care. He just didn’t want to be intubated.
He just watched Soylent Green the other night and said it was a shame he couldn’t go out like the old man in the movie.
How interesting. I suppose I didn't know the man all that well then.