Browsing Archive: September, 2015
Posted by Jim Zeiser on Tuesday, September 29, 2015,
I sit here thinking about all the wonderful things poor Sara did in her lifetime and it makes me sad to think she's gone. As a teacher she affected the lives of scores of students. As a Mother she shaped the life of two boys and set them on the path to success. As a friend to many she brightened up their day with her wit and smile. As my wife she showed me that there are goals I should meet utilizing my potential and did her best to shake me from complacency to action. Sara was never happy wi...
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The End
Posted by Jim Zeiser on Thursday, September 24, 2015,
She's gone. My poor Sara succumbed to the cancer she's been fighting for almost two years. The last days were terrible to see. Her breathing became labored, she stopped eating and spent almost all her last days asleep. While it was a blessing to finally see her suffering end, my world has become very empty and quiet. I'm sad beyond measure and have planned a Memorial in her hometown since she deserves nothing less.
I find some solace in riding since the solitary time lets me forget the sorrow...
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Not A Happy Time
Posted by Jim Zeiser on Tuesday, September 15, 2015,
Sara is finally coming home from the
hospital today. The poor woman has been there for sixteen days having
surgery, trying different painkillers and being prepared for hospice
at home. I ache every time I see her lying in bed. She was so active
before all this. Trim, fit and always in motion. Now she's thin,
tired and had about enough. I can only hope we can keep her
comfortable for the days ahead.
I was riding my scooters or motorcycle
to the hospital to see her when I knew she wasn't com...
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A Bad Day Is Here
Posted by Jim Zeiser on Saturday, September 5, 2015,
I've never been good at making enticing
opening sentences for this blog and this week won't be any different.
I'll just get right to the point. My big scooter is sitting in the
garage wounded with a broken starter motor. I had taken it to Johnson
City to see Sara in the hospital and instead of the usual hesitant
start the engine had begun doing it spun hardly at all. With a little
finagling of the button it finally fired up but I was sure it was
shot. Sure enough after I got home I shut it o...
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