It has been over 8 years since my last post. How that happened, I couldn't tell you. I still have the cabin--fully mine now-no co-owners. I read back thru all of the prior posts, and my heart breaks. So many things have happened, and while a lot of it has been really difficult, there was much more joy than I could ever express. I am blessed, and I am grateful.
To update: Curtis went away to college at Bethel University. He played hockey there for 5 years. He came home after that, and Jeff & I told him he could stay here to save money and pay off his student loans. He's been here since, but I would not have it any other way.
Lisa & Kim, dear friends, have both passed away. Lisa from complications after Guillain Barre syndrome, Kim from the Covid pandemic our world experienced in the year 2020-present. I'll never forget the laughter, and the love. I miss them very much.
In 2019, we lost my Dad's older brother, Joey, after he had knee surgery. He and I (and my Granny, his mother) all had June birthday's, and the Brown side of the family for many years had what we called "The June Jam" (sorry Alabama, we took your concert name). He called me "Jodie-Lynn" as if it were one word, and called me every year on my birthday. That same year, I was running (Couch to 5K Graduate) and tore my Achilles and Peroneus Longus tendons in my right foot. After 6 months of a boot cast and PT, surgery was scheduled for March, 2020. That March, our area here in Wilson County TN was hit by a tornado--we lost homes, schools and businesses. Our damage was minimal, but we still have debris in the tops of our trees to this day. That March, our world changed. A pandemic occurred, starting from a lab accident in Wuhan China. Covid-19. We have lost over 3 million people since then--maybe more, I don't care to look, if truth be told. We went on lockdown. My Aunt Malinda (talked about in one of my previous posts) lost her sweet father, who my own father loved as a father as well. I lost one of my dearest friends here in Wilson County to it as well--Bobby Don, you will always have a huge chunk of my heart and I miss you every single day. My surgery was postponed indefinitely, but ended up being on Jeff's birthday, May 14. I was in a cast for 3 weeks, and then into the boot again for 3 more months. I continued PT until October, and then we realized that something was very wrong with my foot, and I had to endure multiple doctor appointments, MRIs, and more PT--and more of the boot. In February, my ortho doctor sent me to a foot and ankle specialist, who determined the first surgery on both tendons had been botched--done too quickly, and not enough of the bad tendons had been cut out. I was scheduled for surgery again--almost a year to the day from the first one. This would prove to be one of the most difficult surgeries I've endured. Achilles Tendon repair, with turn down flap procedure and tendon transfer. The doctor did not fix the ankle tendon, as this surgery was so very invasive and painful. I was again in a cast and a boot--100% non-weight bearing for 8 weeks. I spent my 50th and 51st birthdays in a cast.
2019 also proved to be a surprise year for my husband's family--we discovered, thru Ancestry DNA, that Jeff and Kathy and Kelli had an older half-brother--Larry. No one knew prior to that, except maybe Larry's mother, who had already passed on. My father-in-law, Bud, never knew. How do I know this? Bud was an excellent father and would have loved Larry to death. Larry and his children, especially my new niece, Jamie, and her family, have proven to be a huge blessing in our lives. My mother-in-law, Doris, loved them, too--not caring that Larry wasn't hers at all. What a beautiful heart!!!
So, now we're up to 2021--I was in a boot again and PT until that October. In June, we took the camper and went to Florida, with my Daddy in tow, to camp with my brother and his family in Destin. Daddy had never been to the beach before, or swam in the Gulf. We were told to evacuate a day early due to an incoming hurricane. That was fun! Hahaha! In November, we lost Kim to Covid, while Jeff and I were preparing for a trip to Vegas for our 25th anniversary. We started out going just to see a concert (Blackberry Smoke), but ended up at Graceland Wedding Chapel for a rock-a-billy vow renewal with Elvis as our officiant. We went to the hotel afterwards, ate pizza, napped, and then to the concert at the Virgin hotel that night. It was amazing. I took the small wooden box Kim had given me when Jeff and I got married, and it sat right up on the front pew during our renewal. I loved her so much!
2022 snuck in easily enough, but it would turn out to be the absolute worst year of my entire life. We lost our 13 year old coon hound house dog, Bristol, in May. The rest of the year would prove to be just as bad.I realize I have forgotten a lot of things--8 years is hard to span in a blog--but maybe I'll go back and edit as I remember. At any rate, back to 2022--which seems like a million years ago and yesterday all at once. In July, Jeff had to take a leave of absence from work because his hip was in such bad shape-he could barely walk. They scheduled his surgery for August 15th. At the end of July, his mother, Doris, suffered a major stroke, and we had to go to West Virginia. After several days in a local hospital, she was transferred to the stroke unit in a much larger hospital. We lost her the morning of Jeff's surgery.
Jeff went ahead with the surgery. We had planned a memorial at a later date for Dee. That morning was hard, though. His blood pressure was skyrocketing, and the numbing medication they used for the surgery went to the wrong leg, so we ended up having to stay all night in the hospital because he couldn't stand up due to the numb leg. PT came in once. We went home that morning, the doctor only giving him aspirin as a blood thinner, and not talking to us at all that day. We were told the doctor's office would call and let us know when his first PT was scheduled. 2 days later, they still hadn't called, so Jeff called them. Due to them dropping the ball, Jeff's first PT wasn't able to be scheduled for another week. We did all the stuff we could to make sure he was up and moving, and the next Thursday, after a doctor appointment for my own self where I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I took him. He mentioned some swelling in his leg, which the therapist brushed off as "swelling from surgery".
The next day, Friday, Curtis and I left for Albuquerque, NM, where I would witness the wedding of Kim's daughter Sydney. I ended up being a stand in "mother-of-the-bride", and was so happy. I could remember seeing Syd as a baby, toddling around trying to keep up with Curtis, "Wait up, Turt!" I can still hear it, clear as day. We were in the National Forest, so we didn't have a phone signal, and we got back so late I didn't call Jeff. I texted him goodnight, and settled in. He was fine when we left--moving around, fixing his own food--he had been able to shower, and I wasn't very worried. Curtis and I went to bed, and got up the very next morning, August 28th, to be at the airport. I texted Jeff before we left ABQ, and when we landed in Phoenix, I checked my phone and he still hadn't responded. I decided to check our security cameras, because I thought maybe I had the time mixed up. In the middle of the Southwest Terminal in Phoenix, AZ, I found the love of my life lying in the floor via security camera. I yelled into the camera--I called his phone--I had Curtis' life-long best friend, Joe, call 911. I watched as the paramedics came into my house, lean over...and do nothing. I screamed my phone number thru the camera. They called me, and that day, my world imploded. My love, my heart, my best friend--my partner of 30 years, was gone. I can't tell you what happened next--I know I called Jeff's sisters--Curtis called his own sister, and I called my family--all as we were trying to board a plane for Nashville. Curtis said I was running in circles in the terminal--I don't remember that part--but I do remember my heart being ripped from my chest, and my lungs not wanting to work. Southwest boarded us early, and the next 5 hours were the longest of my life. We got to Nashville and they had lost our luggage. I put in a ticket and told them to bring it when they found it--I needed to go home. They found it as we were walking to the parking garage. We got to the house, and when we pulled in, both of my brothers and their families were sitting outside on my patio. They didn't want us to be alone when we got home. The paramedics had transported Jeff's body for autopsy (unattended death), and a detective had taken his wallet and phone. Joe had cleaned up my living room of the items that the paramedics had left. Sweet Joe was the only one who got to see him before they took him. I love him so very much.
The next week was a whirlwind. We scheduled Jeff's memorial for the Saturday before Labor Day. Curtis, Lacosta, and I were the only ones allowed to see him before the service. He would be cremated the day after. People came and went all week long--and on Saturday, the line of people for the brief visitation and service stretched out into the parking lot. I was shocked when I came out of the viewing to see that Larry and his wife had flown in from Arizona. The funeral home forgot to record the service, so I have only memories of that day, nothing to look back on. My pastor preached the service, and only two songs were played, one at the beginning "All My Hope", by Crowder, and at the end "Country Roads". You could hear everyone singing at the end. That October, we would bury Jeff and his mother in Miller Cemetery, in Webster Springs, WV, side by side. It was cold, but beautiful. I don't remember everyone that came-bunches of friends and family. My friends, Sarah & Patti, made the trip up as well. Since then, my life has been so very different. I never dreamed I'd be a widow at 52.
Time went on--we lost my best friend Melissa's dad the day after Jeff's one year anniversary in Heaven. The next month, we would lose my sweet Uncle David--my precious Aunt Malinda's husband, and my mother's only brother. My brothers and I would sing and play at the graveside, and my cousin, Thump, would preach. My father was diagnosed with Lymphoma shortly after, and after starting chemo, would pass away in January 2024, from pulmonary edema caused by a doctor who prescribed iv fluids, even after knowing my Dad had congestive heart failure and was fluid restricted.
I had purchased a piece of land in 2023 in West Virginia, and I had a 12x40 shed put on it in early 2024, which I had plumbed, had electrical put in, and had propane hooked up. I made multiple trips up to work on it--turning it into a "tiny house", and am still working on it to this day. On the 2 year anniversary of Jeff's passing, I rented a van, loaded it up, stuck my two Bassett hound pups in it, and went up to winterize it. When I went to put on my work boots the day before I left, I couldn't get my right foot into my boot due to swelling. I hung insulation and underpinning in flip flops. (Zero stars, do not recommend.) When I got back to Tennessee, I went back to my ortho specialist, and you guessed it--it was time to fix the ankle tendon, which had completely torn in two by that point. I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis that same month. In October, I had surgery again. I was in a cast for two weeks, then a brace for many weeks. PT again, of course.
To say, at this point, that I trust doctors would be a lie. But I now have a good rheumatologist, a good PC, and good ortho--Dr. Willers actually knew what he was doing-I am walking only with a slight limp now. I will never publicly publish my first doctor, or Jeff's, or my Dad's, but when I hear people talking about them, I do not recommend them. I feel mine cost me 5 years of pain, and Jeff's and Dad's cost them their lives. Not even kidding. I pursued legal action for Jeff's after his death, but due to "Home Grown" lawyers in Wilson County, no one would touch him. So I tell people. Hopefully it saves someone else from going thru everything our family had to go thru.
I have recently started preparations for retirement-I plan to sell this house and move to the Holler. With the profits of the sale, I will restore the cabin, and finish my WV house.
I taught myself to haul the camper, and will stay in it while the restoration is in progress. I'll be okay. I made smart choices with my money, although for the most part I am broke, but it will pay off in the end. I have started working on my book, but that's much harder to do than you would think. I sing at church, I go sing with a local bluegrass group, and I wake up each day with praise. I can't wait to go back home, though--to be with my mother, my brothers, and my grandmother, who recently turned 93. Curtis will probably stay here-he has a wonderful woman in his life, and I expect they will end up making a home together, and if I'm super lucky, maybe a grandbaby some day. For now, it's me and Boone and Frankie and Peaches and Flash--2 cats, 2 dogs, and I am going to be okay. I have faith, and hope. And no matter what I feel here on the earthly plane, I cannot come close to imagining the joy and beauty of Heaven, that my own husband and loved ones are experiencing. I wouldn't bring them back from that for love, nor money.
Funny thing--in one of the prior posts on this blog, I quoted Romans 8:28 :
"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose."
Jeff died on August 28. 8/28. This verse pops up in my life randomly all the time. God has a purpose, a plan, and He loves us. He has held me in His hands, and has carried me thru my entire life.
It feels good to write this all down. Maybe, it helps someone who is going thru the same kind of things. Maybe, it helps someone find God when they are lost. Maybe, it gives you hope. Don't give up-we're only here for a minute, so make the best of it while you can,
Much love, much peace, and many blessings,
Jodie