This world lost a special person yesterday. Our friend, Jo B, lost her nearly 2-year battle with cancer in the early hours of Sunday morning.
Jo was one of those rare people you meet in life that never had a bad thing to say about anyone. And no one ever had a bad thing to say about her.
I can count on one hand the number of people I can say that about. And I’m certainly not one of them. I’m lucky if I can make it through a day without saying something bad about someone – although, it usually involves the idiot driving in front of me.
We were fortunate enough to celebrate Jo’s life a little over a week ago while she was still with us. Hundreds of people gathered for her 23rd Friday After Thanksgiving Party. It took us until February to finally get together, but I’ll never forget her dancing to Jim Croce’s Bad, Bad Leroy Brown with all of her friends and family surrounding her.
Jo will be remembered for her passion for life, love for her daughter and the many friendships she forged and maintained over the years. If there is a good thing to come out her illness, it would be the many relationships that have been rekindled. I think more people attended her party than our last class reunion.
I’ll always remember the time she called laughing last summer after reading the SOB and said, “You’re living quite the life down there, Benny.”
“Yeah, I know,” I replied.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but she was the one who was living quite the life.
Thank you for being my friend, Jo.
But there never seems to be enough time to do the things you want to do once you find them.