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Post by Jet Nut Sauce on Feb 27, 2015 10:46:33 GMT -5
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Post by carlton on Feb 27, 2015 11:15:24 GMT -5
Are you trying to get us to skip it before even clicking the link?
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Post by Peebag on Feb 27, 2015 11:28:53 GMT -5
Ditto to all Cross was saying - just lost a cousin who died suddenly in her sleep of a heart attack at 57 - still in a state of shock - puts the tribulations of the suckfest called the New York Jets in proper perspective -
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Post by thebigragu on Feb 27, 2015 11:43:36 GMT -5
"make sure every time you leave he sees your smile." Yeah, that's actually something I always try to do. I am close with the family and I told them something this week that my friend and I had kept a secret. When this happens, you can walk on eggshells and worry about doing the wrong thing. But I took the approach straight from a line in Shawshank Redemption... "Get busy living or get busy dying." And I sure as shit wasn't going to treat him like he was dying. I'm not sure what the doctors were telling him to do to take care of himself, but if you read the diagnosis for Gliomatosis Cerebri, you'll see that there was no hope for survival. Every time we went out, we lived it up. We ate like fucking pigs and we drank. His family knew he would go out for as beer but I was like, drink whatever you fucking want. Want a mixed drink? I'll have one too. Want shots? Fuck yeah... lets do it. On December 23rd, the last time we went out, we finished the night by having a shot of Ketel 1 and then a shot of Makers Mark. His name is Mark and he loves that shit. I know he loved going out with me because I refused to treat him like he was sick. I set the ground rules early. If you want to talk about it, we will. If you don't bring it up, I might but I probably won't. We're just going to go out and live it up. When I fessed up about it to his family, they all smiled. They knew that he was a brother to me and that I had treated him in a way that they often could not. They were always worried about him dying. I was always worried about him not living. I just shared this with his sister 2 days ago. This is the very end of a letter he wrote to me that told me about the diagnosis he had just gotten. I can't share the whole letter out of respect to him but these words he wrote to me are just awesome... "We all are traveling in the same direction so: be happy, try hard to listen to others, try to get others to love you, trust in God, live for tomorrow but be prepared to leave today. It has been an honor to be here with you." That's beautiful. Glad your friend has God and you to see him through the end. I love you full homo.
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 12:43:49 GMT -5
Ditto to all Cross was saying - just lost a cousin who died suddenly in her sleep of a heart attack at 57 - still in a state of shock - puts the tribulations of the suckfest called the New York Jets in proper perspective - That just sucks. In a way, it's worse than my situation because you didn't have a chance to say goodbye. My sincere condolences.
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Post by Brady's a catcher on Feb 27, 2015 12:53:26 GMT -5
"make sure every time you leave he sees your smile." Yeah, that's actually something I always try to do. I am close with the family and I told them something this week that my friend and I had kept a secret. When this happens, you can walk on eggshells and worry about doing the wrong thing. But I took the approach straight from a line in Shawshank Redemption... "Get busy living or get busy dying." And I sure as shit wasn't going to treat him like he was dying. I'm not sure what the doctors were telling him to do to take care of himself, but if you read the diagnosis for Gliomatosis Cerebri, you'll see that there was no hope for survival. Every time we went out, we lived it up. We ate like fucking pigs and we drank. His family knew he would go out for as beer but I was like, drink whatever you fucking want. Want a mixed drink? I'll have one too. Want shots? Fuck yeah... lets do it. On December 23rd, the last time we went out, we finished the night by having a shot of Ketel 1 and then a shot of Makers Mark. His name is Mark and he loves that shit. I know he loved going out with me because I refused to treat him like he was sick. I set the ground rules early. If you want to talk about it, we will. If you don't bring it up, I might but I probably won't. We're just going to go out and live it up. When I fessed up about it to his family, they all smiled. They knew that he was a brother to me and that I had treated him in a way that they often could not. They were always worried about him dying. I was always worried about him not living. I just shared this with his sister 2 days ago. This is the very end of a letter he wrote to me that told me about the diagnosis he had just gotten. I can't share the whole letter out of respect to him but these words he wrote to me are just awesome... "We all are traveling in the same direction so: be happy, try hard to listen to others, try to get others to love you, trust in God, live for tomorrow but be prepared to leave today. It has been an honor to be here with you." Man, that's just heartbreaking all around. I'm glad that you are able to spend time with him and really make the most of it.
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Post by jetswin on Feb 27, 2015 13:35:07 GMT -5
Yeah, that's the one. My best friend. Known him since college and we were in each other's wedding parties. He got diagnosed back in June of 2013 with a very rare, incurable fucking brain cancer. He's 50 years old (we are 15 days apart in age) with two kids, aged 9 & 5. Median life expectancy from diagnosis to death is about 14 months. He has handled the whole thing with a grace, dignity and humor that I sure as hell don't know if I could. He was doing relatively well. Last saw him a couple of days before Christmas. Since he can't drive, I would drive up to Connecticut as often as I could and we would go out for dinner and a few beers. The last time I went out with him was a couple of days before Christmas. I didn't see him for a few weeks, which happened sometimes when the chemo was making him sick. He told me he would let me know when all was ok. When that happened, I would just wait for him to feel better and then tell me to get the fuck up there so we could go out for dinner again. Unfortunately, he had a stroke about 2 weeks after I last saw him. His parents took him to Yale and they basically said there was nothing left to do but give him a higher dose of chemo. That would just make him sicker and ultimately not prolong his life. So I have been traveling from Long Island to Connecticut as often as possible to see him. It's a little less than a 4 hour round trip and I have been doing it about 2 to 3 times a week. Some days he is only able to talk to me for a very short time and other days, he is much better. Saw him night before last and he was having a relatively good night. But he probably only has a few days left. Tough to watch your best friend dying. But I am sure many here have seen family and friends die. It fucking suck. Especially when they're young. Call your parents, hug your wife and kids, tell them all you love them and appreciate every day. you are a great friend, knwo that you are making his last days as enjoyable as possible with your efforts
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2015 15:14:55 GMT -5
Ditto to all Cross was saying - just lost a cousin who died suddenly in her sleep of a heart attack at 57 - still in a state of shock - puts the tribulations of the suckfest called the New York Jets in proper perspective - That just sucks. In a way, it's worse than my situation because you didn't have a chance to say goodbye. My sincere condolences. this, and what you said about not waiting to treat people like this until you know they're dying years (decades) ago i dropped a good friend, brother-like friend, off in front of his apartment after work. i had to run to catch a concert with my girlfriend, he was going to hit the pub next door because his new wife was meeting with an insurance agent inside, discussing buying a life insurance policy for both of them. he wasn't the type to get involved in those discussions, "take care of it honey tell me what its going to cost us," that kind of guy. when i got back from the concert later that night, my older brother greeted me with the news that my friend had had an aneurism, on the street, 3 minutes after i dropped him off, and died. 27 years old. with his wife 300 feet away discussing a life insurance policy. (she got the news during the conversation, i'm sure the agent hopped in his Taurus and drove away like "whew that was close.") anyone could go at any time, don't wait to be the best son/brother/father/friend you could possibly be oh and don't procrastinate on getting life insurance
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Post by Bonhomme Richard on Feb 27, 2015 20:53:26 GMT -5
cro-fire, sorry to hear about your friend. My sincere condolences.
It's amazing how much Ballbather screwed up. He literally had one of the largest and most popular football fan sites on the internet, and just let it go. Pretty interesting.
I miss Warfish, 32g, and Timmy. Timmy -- what a mysterious nut he was, huh?
And I've been saying this for about 8 years, but I miss FrankMoga.
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 21:06:50 GMT -5
That just sucks. In a way, it's worse than my situation because you didn't have a chance to say goodbye. My sincere condolences. this, and what you said about not waiting to treat people like this until you know they're dying years (decades) ago i dropped a good friend, brother-like friend, off in front of his apartment after work. i had to run to catch a concert with my girlfriend, he was going to hit the pub next door because his new wife was meeting with an insurance agent inside, discussing buying a life insurance policy for both of them. he wasn't the type to get involved in those discussions, "take care of it honey tell me what its going to cost us," that kind of guy. when i got back from the concert later that night, my older brother greeted me with the news that my friend had had an aneurism, on the street, 3 minutes after i dropped him off, and died. 27 years old. with his wife 300 feet away discussing a life insurance policy. (she got the news during the conversation, i'm sure the agent hopped in his Taurus and drove away like "whew that was close.") anyone could go at any time, don't wait to be the best son/brother/father/friend you could possibly be oh and don't procrastinate on getting life insurance Holy shit. That is brutal. And the timing of each thing is insane. You drop him off and his wife just inside with the insurance. Just friggin' horrible. Life can really suck sometimes. but you're right. Live life to the fullest and enjoy the ones you love.
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Post by crossfire on Feb 27, 2015 21:08:17 GMT -5
cro-fire, sorry to hear about your friend. My sincere condolences. It's amazing how much Ballbather screwed up. He literally had one of the largest and most popular football fan sites on the internet, and just let it go. Pretty interesting. I miss Warfish, 32g, and Timmy. Timmy -- what a mysterious nut he was, huh? And I've been saying this for about 8 years, but I miss FrankMoga. Thanks. And yeah, we need to get in touch with all of them and bring them here. The more good / crazy bastards we have, the better.
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Post by vin on Feb 27, 2015 22:55:52 GMT -5
MaineJet belongs in a mental institution. We all do, actually. But I kind of like the inmates running THIS asylum, though.
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Post by southparkcpa on Feb 28, 2015 7:26:43 GMT -5
cro-fire, sorry to hear about your friend. My sincere condolences. It's amazing how much Ballbather screwed up. He literally had one of the largest and most popular football fan sites on the internet, and just let it go. Pretty interesting. I miss Warfish, 32g, and Timmy. Timmy -- what a mysterious nut he was, huh? And I've been saying this for about 8 years, but I miss FrankMoga. Cross..Holy crap. Yeah. Life is full of wild cards. very sorry. Bonhomme..?? Im hurt. You dont miss me?
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Post by Bonhomme Richard on Feb 28, 2015 8:44:47 GMT -5
cro-fire, sorry to hear about your friend. My sincere condolences. It's amazing how much Ballbather screwed up. He literally had one of the largest and most popular football fan sites on the internet, and just let it go. Pretty interesting. I miss Warfish, 32g, and Timmy. Timmy -- what a mysterious nut he was, huh? And I've been saying this for about 8 years, but I miss FrankMoga. Cross..Holy crap. Yeah. Life is full of wild cards. very sorry. Bonhomme..?? Im hurt. You dont miss me? No.... because you're here. I'm looking at you as we speak.
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Post by jetfrantik on Feb 28, 2015 14:17:27 GMT -5
Does anyone miss Mainejet? No way in hell. Mainejet is a Buffalo Bills fan now. Probably can find him waxing Rex's new truck.
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