Sitting Here Reminiscing About Jareewan and Thailand 2013

It was chilly Cold this morning. I looked at my Weatherbug app and it said 36 degrees. That was cold for Florida, and for the second time this year, it dipped below freezing. I just now was looking at my collection of videos and found the ones from Wan and my Thailand trip in 2013. Trying to add them to a playlist but for tonight here is a short one taken with my Samsung G3 and about a dozen batteries!

This is all for tonight. I will get the playlist done tomorrow, and put a bunch of photos on here too. It’s been a painful time for me since she had her third stroke at Nexus Thai Church of Bradenton. That morning I did not go and around 11:00 AM I got a call from the paramedics. She had thrown up and then passed out. Long painful story somewhat shorter.

I immediately drove down there to the hospital. A neurologist took me to see her. I was told she had no brain activity and wanted to take her off the life support. I was her healthcare surrogate and requested we give her 3 days. I was hoping she would fight her way out of it. On the third day, the hospital called and said that there was no brain activity and asked my permission to take her off life support. That was rough on me.

In July I met Debbie from Spring Hill and thought God put us together like he put Wan and I together. I was so wrong about deciding to live with her. She turned out to be a thieving clit face bitch, who threw me out and her daughter and son-in-law sold everything I owned. I had blogged this memorial for Wan on Christmas Eve.

So I’m lying here in my hospital bed reminiscing about the good times Wan and I had together. But I must add this important detail to this sad story. When I met Wan in early 2008 I had a serious drinking and smoking addiction. She came to me one day and said, If you do not quit your bad habits you will not live very long. I did not reply but thought about my dad who died when I was 15 of emphasiza of the lungs. We went to sleep that night and all I could think about was what she said and my dad dying. That morning when we woke up I said, I’m Done! Wan replied, what with me? I said No not you, I’m done with the Captain Morgans and 3 packs of menthol daily. That was in February 2008, and I never went back. Even with the stress of being homeless and all my possessions being stolen! I swear God sent her here to save me. And if he didn’t send her to me, I’d surely be dead long ago. Thank you, Lord, for watching over me all these years. 🙏