Hallelujah, indeed. Every time he managed to pull himself out of his chair without assistance, he yelled hallelujah; or as he was leaving his room to attend a news group he yelled hallelujah; in fact, there weren’t many occasions when he didn’t yell it and for all I know he’s doing it now-where ever he may be-for on Wednesday, March 3rd at the age of 86 my friend Gene B. passed away. I first met him when I started volunteer work at Lockwood Lodge/Masonicare. Our little group of about 6 or so men started out playing pool. From there we changed to having a men’s discussion group. Now and then we took field trips to various local points of interest. Finally we changed from the discussion group to a news group and invited women to participate. It was the day after our last meeting that Gene died. Gene was an interesting man. He was born and raised in Bronx, NY. During WWII he served in an Army/Air Corps reconnaissance unit in the China/Burma theatre. After the war, he became a NYC police officer and was stationed in the Bronx. He did that for 23 years. After he retired he worked a number of part time jobs and played golf. Gene had two married children. His wife had died in 2003. Gene had a great sense of humor and was always joking around. I’m going to miss him. An unfortunate part of doing volunteer work with the elderly is that there is that sense of loss from time to time but as the Indians say, ‘Only the rocks live forever’. RIP, Gene. Hallelujah!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Hallelujah
Hallelujah, indeed. Every time he managed to pull himself out of his chair without assistance, he yelled hallelujah; or as he was leaving his room to attend a news group he yelled hallelujah; in fact, there weren’t many occasions when he didn’t yell it and for all I know he’s doing it now-where ever he may be-for on Wednesday, March 3rd at the age of 86 my friend Gene B. passed away. I first met him when I started volunteer work at Lockwood Lodge/Masonicare. Our little group of about 6 or so men started out playing pool. From there we changed to having a men’s discussion group. Now and then we took field trips to various local points of interest. Finally we changed from the discussion group to a news group and invited women to participate. It was the day after our last meeting that Gene died. Gene was an interesting man. He was born and raised in Bronx, NY. During WWII he served in an Army/Air Corps reconnaissance unit in the China/Burma theatre. After the war, he became a NYC police officer and was stationed in the Bronx. He did that for 23 years. After he retired he worked a number of part time jobs and played golf. Gene had two married children. His wife had died in 2003. Gene had a great sense of humor and was always joking around. I’m going to miss him. An unfortunate part of doing volunteer work with the elderly is that there is that sense of loss from time to time but as the Indians say, ‘Only the rocks live forever’. RIP, Gene. Hallelujah!
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What a wonderful man! Imagine all that he did in his life. How lucky he was to have a good man like you to see him through till the end. I'm sure his wife is happy to have him home!
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