Showing posts with label obit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obit. Show all posts

Thursday, May 4, 2023

Trance is gone.


Vet said it looks as if she had a new hemangiosarcoma mass in her liver that ruptured, and she bled internally. We were told this might happen, and we wouldn't know until it was too late. We didn't know. And it was too late.

Photo taken two days ago.

Rest in the arms of Bast.


Tuesday, March 3, 2020

My Memorial to Jared Johnson.

My Memorial to Jared Johnson​

I first met Jared, almost 28 years ago, when he was, 17, and the sys-op of "The Cat's Meow" BBS.  His handle was RedWolf.  Despite our age differences, we did become great friends.  He and my oldest son, Paul, were very close, more like brothers than just friends.  Alan, my youngest son, called him Uncle Jared.

This friendship held true. When Paul went to CT for vacation, Jared was the one that picked him up at the bus station. And Jared was there again, when Paul moved back up to Connecticut. Jared was there for me when I left an abusive husband.

I moved to NY, and was doing ok, until an injury and job loss threw everything into a tail spin. Because I had no income, I had eviction proceedings, and the state of NY were circling to take Alan away because I would have no home, no food. I made a frantic phone call. Paul and Jared came to NY and picked Alan up and brought him to where his brother lived with Jared, in CT. Those social workers were pissed off because I told them Alan was with his brother. They demanded to know what his name was and where he was. I replied "Paul is an adult, 19 years old, and Alan's legal guardian if in case of my not being able to care for him. I know if you got your hooks into him, it would be a cold chance in hell for me get to him back." Yeah, they were pissed off.

After I got myself squared away, we kept in touch over Yahoo, ICQ and AIM all the time.. well, spare time.

Even when I moved to Australia, we retained that contact. Then AIM vanished, and ICQ for all intents and purposes cacked it, too. Skype came in handy, but the time difference made for interesting schedules for calls.

So, there was Facebook posts, Yahoo (until they shut down)  and  FB Messenger. He never once mentioned he was ill. Not once. I'm of two minds about that; one, that I wouldn't have been able to do anything to help, and two, I would have moved heaven and earth to see him before left us. Paul said I'm better off remembering him the way he was, in the photo I have of him.

And with much tears, typing through 'salty goggles', is the synopsis of my friendship with Jared. I loved him dearly, as if he were one of my own. My original "Un-Son". I will miss his kindness, his sensitivity, his sense of humor. The world is a less bright place without him here.

Be at peace.

Monday, March 2, 2020

And the hits just keep coming

Jared Johnson, my original Un-Son, who was one of the most gentle, kind, selfless beings to walk the planet, passed away yesterday from esophageal cancer. Paul, my eldest son, contacted me and told me about his passing. He got to see Jared before he died, and got to talk to him. Jared was ready, he was tired.   He was only 44.  He was so selfless, and didn't want anyone to worry,  he didn't let anyone know he was ill, and right until last week was posting cute and funny things on Facebook. To say I am gutted would be an understatement.   I only have one photograph of him, and that is how I will always remember him. Human slave to cats, and a very kind and loving human being.

I will miss him forever.

Friday, October 11, 2019

Keito is home



I've placed the toy mice he would hoard, and the laser pointer that gave him so many hours of play time trying to catch the red bug next to his urn.  My heart is both breaking and numb at the same time. 

Sunday, October 6, 2019

RIP Keito


Keito, my 'babykitty', who I have had since he was 5 weeks old, is gone. We helped him cross the rainbow bridge at 11:38pm, October 5, 2019.

This morning is the first time I haven't greeted by him. I wasn't followed into the bathroom, my glasses ear pieces weren't snogged and chewed on, my fingers weren't licked and nibbled on, and my jewelry/watch cheek rubbed on.  I miss his sound, his silky soft fur, and his calm loving personality.

He was mine and I was his.  I feel as if I've had a limb removed, or a big chunk of my heart.  I think part of me has died inside as well.

Friday, September 6, 2019

Yes, funeral arrangements for our beloved cat

Have made arrangements for Ziggy's remains to be cremated and placed in an appropriate urn. Will have some of her ashes sealed in a locket, and some of her fur also sealed in another locket. Some of her ashes will be placed in a lined velvet bag, which will be buried in her favorite spot in the yard.
 
This was Ziggy before she was ill, and this is how I want to remember her.




Thank you, Lawnswood, for all your assistance.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Dad's funeral

 

Richard E Tomac

Actually, no funeral.  He has been cremated already.  No flowers, but if you wish to honor him, make a donation to a local animal shelter in his name. 

City of Live Oak: Shelter animals need good homes

He is going to be buried at Arlington National Cemetery, full military honors. 

I can't tell you how much I do NOT want that orange idiot attending or officiating. Draft dodger Donald is not welcome, not by a long shot.

RIP Dad

Richard Tomac

Richard E Tomac, aka Pop aka Dad, passed away Friday, July 7th, 2017. 

So, so, conflicted as to how I feel. Very sad that he is gone, but relieved that he is no longer suffering. 

Cancer really really sucks. Sad smile

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

RIP Richard Hatch

After a battle with pancreatic cancer, Richard Hatch has died, aged 71

I was fortunate enough to have met and had a long conversation with Richard during one of the SupaNova events in Perth.  It was quiet, not a lot of people, still afew die hards hanging around for autographs.  I got to talk to him for a while, twice.

“Never let others decide how good you aren’t”  was one of the best pieces of advice he shared with me.  He also told me (and it seems others) “Say yes. When you do, other opportunities will come along.” (or variations thereof).

He loved life, teaching, acting, writing, producing, mentoring.  He will be sadly missed.

#SoSayWeAll

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

She was my hero, in so many ways, for so many reason.

 

R.I.P. Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher, the actress and writer best known for her iconic role as Star Wars’ Princess Leia, died days after suffering a heart attack while onboard a flight from London to Los Angeles. She was 60.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

RIP Mr Nimoy

Such sad, but not unexpected news. Thank you for letting me be one of your 'unofficial grandchildren'. RIP Grandpa. You truly "Lived Long and Prospered".

Leonard Nimoy, the Beloved “Mr. Spock” in Star Trek, Dies at 83.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

RIP Robin Williams. Be at Peace, and thank you for what you gave us.

I had hoped when I heard this, that it was a hoax. But it's not.

Actor, comedian, genius.... the black dog got him. The world world has lost one of its brightest lights, and we are lessened for it.
My condolences to all who loved him, his family, friends, the world.

Friday, February 14, 2014

*Wibble*


'The Waltons' Actor Ralph Waite Dead at 85
Also known in more recent times to play "Jackson Gibbs "the father of NCIS Charater "Jethro Gibbs".

Friday, January 17, 2014

R.I.P. Professor


Russell Johnson, 'Gilligan' professor, has died


NEW YORK - Actor Russell Johnson, who became known to generations of TV fans as "The Professor," the fix-it man who kept his fellow "Gilligan's Island" castaways supplied with gadgets, has died. He was 89.

Johnson died Thursday morning at his home in Washington State of natural causes, said his agent, Mike Eisenstadt
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89 is a good long run.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Farewell

Harry Morgan, Colonel Potter on ‘M*A*S*H,’ Dies at 96

Harry Morgan

Harry Morgan, the prolific character actor best known for playing the acerbic but kindly Colonel Potter in the long-running television series “M*A*S*H,” died on Wednesday morning at his home in Los Angeles. He was 96.

As sad as this is, 96 is a good long run.