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| Jess @ Ithaca! |
Yet more photos of Jess' Ithaca experience can be seen by clicking on the below photo:
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| Ithaca is Gorges |
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| Jess @ Ithaca! |
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| Ithaca is Gorges |
conflicting emotions. I am happy and proud of my brother's gift to numerous other human beings but I am sad that it was given at the ultimate sacrifice -- the fact that others are given years to spend with the ones they love but only because we all have to wait a lifetime to see John again. However, life is amazing.![]() |
| Running With John |
Of note, John and Dad ran the 10K and Jes participated in the 3 mile walk. The course was a figure eight, which is why you see photos of the runners Mike and Dad in the middle of this album. Mike finished first in his age category. It was a brutal day from the perspective of temperature and humidity (one of the hottest of the summer). Nonetheless, all experienced the fullness of the moment, to include John who, without a doubt, was there in spirit.
The first objective of the collective plan was to run the Bay Bridge 10K in April. Alas, that was not to be for a variety of reasons to include the fact that in that on race day, the race was canceled due to gale force winds on the Bay. Nonetheless, photos from that day can be seen by clicking on the below photo:
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| Running With John 2 |
Continuing the sense of adventure that she and John shared, Alex took to the course a few weeks ago to learn how to ride a motorcycle. While she was able to maintain the bike upright (for the most part) without the benefit of training wheels, if you look close enough, I think you can see John riding on her shoulder.
One of the many milestones that John and Alex were looking forward to this year was Alex becoming PERMANENT, a permanent resident that is. Although having lived in this country most of her life, Alex had never made it through all the bureaucratic hurdles to get her "Green Card." It's an arduous, time-consuming process, and for the last year of his life, John held Alex's hand
through the sometimes frustrating delays. Although not anticipated for some months to come, Alex received her Green Card in the mail this past week. Loving all things Irish, we're certain that John's touch of the green continued to help shepherd Alex to attainment of this exciting milestone. Next time you toast John with a Guinness, be sure to offer a congratulatory toast to Alex as well. It's a significant accomplishment for both of them!
world away from the DC Waterfront, John succeeded in showing his sister a good time, Southern Maryland style. And that memory is so typical of John -- whether spending time with family or fulfilling his dreams and commitments, John always did it when he could. No putting off, no waiting until next time or next year. John simply did it when he could, and thus was able to leave this world with something to which the rest of us can only aspire, NO REGRETS! Little did he know such a small thoughtful gesture would have such long lasting consequences. Thanks for the lesson, John. We all should learn it well.![]() |
| Jes' B-day on the Town |
him personally. John's tangible possessions, which reflected so well his personality (I've never seen so many computer cables in my life) will be just one means by which we achieve this. And we look forward to toasting John soon with his homemade beer!
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Will he be found in North Carolina? Virginia? Brussels?
Some undisclosed secure location in D.C.?
Bring one on your next trip to Machu Picchu!
That he asked me to be his sponsor at Confirmation. (Was that because I was the only one willing to fly to Belgium? Of course, it goes without saying, I would have gone anyway because it was also Miss Jes’s First Communion!)
That the last time we were with John was in December visiting PaPa in the hospital. As we exchanged Christmas gifts right there, Ken and I were delighted that Miss Jes had finally reached the legal drinking age so that our gift to the Leonard kids could be a case of beer. (Alas, it was not a case of Guinness or of the wonderful Franziskaner Hefe-Weissbier but a case of Smutty Nose, a microbrew from New Hampshire! So could someone please help them drink it? I think only wine gets better when left in the bottle to age.)My email to JW is as follows:
Hi Johnny, how are you doing? I hear that God has you working on his computer. It crashed after all the shenanigans of Paris Hilton.
When I sit on your bench overlooking the water, I think of the good times we had together. Do you remember the time you came out to visit Mammy and me in Arizona? That was for two weeks in August 1987 when you were 10 years old.
Before homeland security, a young child could travel under the watchful eye of a flight attendant. Today they try to discourage that by charging 50 extra dollars. But that's beside the point. What I remember is the form we had to fill out:
Passengers name: J. Leonard
Name of person bringing passenger to airport: J. Leonard
Name of person picking passenger at destination: J. Leonard
There is always something to do at Sun City West. When we went to the sports center you went bowling, swimming and played the game room where there were ping-pong tables. We also went to the driving range at sunset golf course as well as a trip into Scottsdale for the Railroad Park and a picnic. We also took a trip into so called downtown Phoenix.
When it came time to fly home, we drove you to Sky Harbor International Airport. It can be called an international airport because it has flights to Mexico. We signed you over to the flight attendant. We waited until the plane took off before we would drive back home.
The plane was delayed in taking off for almost an hour due to mechanical trouble. Mammy and I would not leave the airport until we knew that you were up and away. On your first airplane flight flying alone, we were worried how you were doing. We asked the gate attendant to check on you. She came back and said you were playing cards with a fellow passenger. I hope you didn't take all his money. The plane finally took off and we returned to SCW with wonderful memories of your visit as our Number 1 Grandson.
Love, Papa
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| The Making & Dedication of a Memorial |
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| 1st Annual John Kickball Game |
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| JW's 31st B-day Tribute |
John's last year of his life was great in so many different ways. One of the most unique was his new found love of kickball. When John first told us that he had joined a kickball league that played on the Mall in Washington, we kidded him about taking up a sport that many people leave behind in the third grade. It was only later that we learned the true initial reason for joining was an excuse for John to get close to Alex. From that encounter last year, however, John found two loves; the first, of course, being Alex, but also a love of kickball -- not just for the sport but for the friendship, camaraderie and fun.
Bridget was a high school classmate of John's. Shortly after John's death, she posted a wonderful remembrance of John on her own blog. It can be found at: http://thearnoldfamily.typepad.com/the_arnold_family_blog/2007/04/goodbye_john.html
On Easter Sunday, at 9:00 in the morning, we received a telephone call from the Washington Regional Transplant Consortium letting us know that our son, John William, was being taken into the operating room in order to have his organs removed for donation. We of course shed tears, tears of sorrow for our son but also tears of joy from the realization that on that glorious Easter Sunday morning there were a number of families experiencing gladness and relief due to the final gift from our son, the gift of life itself. Recently, we received a letter from the consortium informing us of the results of John's generosity. We'd like to share those results with John's friends and family.
cherry trees that are identical to those surrounding the Tidal Basin in Washington, DC. One of John’s last days was spent lying with Alex under the cherry trees at the Tidal Basin while they were in full bloom. His memorial should forever bloom on the anniversary of his death. It is where one and all can come to pay tribute to John’s spirit.
This blog is dedicated to our son, John William. We only learned that he had always wanted to be called "Johnny" after his death, which occurred much, much too soon, on April 7, 2007.