There are certain things in life that we remember and other things that we forget.
Jack told us not too long ago that he truly doesn’t remember much about the days following his injury. He remembers everything about the moment he was hit while playing hockey, and he remembers being rushed to HCMC. But he doesn’t remember much after he arrived in the ER and the week he spent in PICU was just a blur.
We’re surprised by this, especially since Jack was so alert and carried on conversations with everyone – and we’re talking about hundreds of people – that visited him that week. I remember how he thanked every single person for stopping by to visit him. He, on the other hand, is clueless.
However, he said there are three things that he does remember. One of them is about his grandmother, Ramona (Mike’s mom). He told her he was tired of eating the same flavor of JELL-O that the nurses gave him. It wasn’t their fault, but it was getting old, especially when his diet was limited to JELL-O and ice chips.
The next day, Ramona showed up with JELL-O of a different flavor. Jack was thrilled. Grandma smiled.
I mention this because we lost Ramona this past Wednesday (June 24). We’re heartbroken by her passing. She was one of the kindest, sweetest, most caring people we’ve ever known. Without thinking twice, she’d do anything to help others. And always with a smile.
Ramona, we love and miss you. Always and forever.
Rest in peace.