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It is with a profoundly heavy heart that I send this message to all of my friends on the Forum.  Jophie, my bride of 43 years, unexpectedly passed away early yesterday morning, peacefully in her sleep and without pain.  She had been valiantly battling pancreatic cancer with chemotherapy over the past four months.  For those experienced with chemotherapy, you know how devastating the physical effects can be.  Jophie was incredibly fatigued and weakened by the chemo, but she faced the daily challenges courageously despite the debilitating nature of the treatments.  Ironically, despite great strides which had been made against the tumor, she died of apparent complications related to a heart condition known as atrial fibrillation.  

 

I know that many of you met Jophie at the York meets over the past several years.  I don't need to tell any of you who were fortunate enough to have known her what a charismatic and vibrant person she was.  God only knows why, but she loved all of us train addicts without reservation.  Now she's on that great Blue Comet somewhere and enjoying the ride.  

 

Jophie and I have a very close family circle as well hundreds of friends all over the world who will mourn her passing. Whenever someone dies at the end of a long life, it's common to hear the bereaved talk about what a long and full life the dearly departed enjoyed.  Nothing was more true for my sweet Jophie.  We had a wonderful 43+ years together, filled with fun and adventure.  For those of us whom she left behind in this world, things will never quite be the same.  She will be profoundly missed by those of us who had the joy of knowing her.

 

SadBear

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Bear, I'm so very sorry for your loss.  Although I never got the chance to meet Jophie, I feel like I have through your beautiful description of her.  

 

I'm reminded of this sermon by Henry Van Dyke.  Hopefully it will provide some solace at such a trying time:

 

 

 

I am standing upon the seashore.

 

 

A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.

 

I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all.

 

She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

 

And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: “Here she comes!”

And that is dying." - Henry Van Dyke

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