― Rumi
Don taught me about music and how to sing. He taught me that no matter how smart someone is our brains do not always work well. We had fun and adventure together and laughed together. He was never able to live with anyone else because it got on his nerves. We loved each other but living with each other could be rough.
He quit having adventures when his medication seemed to quit working and the new medicine was better for him but did not seem to work as well. I had to nag him so much to do things that I did not even like myself. Yet it was the only way to get him to move.
He became ill and self-diagnosed himself with cancer when he had an infection. The infection is contagious and everyone who gets MRSA should go to a doctor or hospital because it is vicious and kills healthy and unhealthy people.
He was my hero for allowing me to leave and move to the Philippines because MRSA is active in our area of the US. I never thought he would become ill and die of MRSA as I almost died twice and he never became ill.
I am doing my work and keeping busy but that is the reason I have not posted as much in the blog. He died just as he wanted to with me calling up and getting him to a doctor, with my telling him I loved him, and how much I cared. I always told him I loved him every phone call so remember the one thing that people can take from this life is love, and kindness.
