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This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ------=_NextPart_000_01BC19E8.5769F480 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dear Joan I have been watching your postings as Jack's symptoms seem to mirror mine. I commend you on your efforts it's hard to imagine how difficult it is. My heart goes out to you and family. All the best Bonne---------- > From: Joan Martin <[log in to unmask]> > To: [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask]; [log in to unmask] > Subject: John P. (Jack) Martin > Date: Wednesday, February 12, 1997 3:08 PM > > It is with great saddness that I write to let you know that my husband of 36 > 1/2 years passed away at home shortly after midnight on Sunday, Feb. 9/97. > As most of you know Jack had been diagnosed with MSA in Jan '95 and his > disease had slowly progressed until he was completely immobile and was > unable to make his speech understood, although his sense of humour remained > until the end and he tried to make light of all his problems! His brain and > spinal cord have been donated to the Brain Tissue Bank in Toronto, and > tissue samples will be going to Vanderbilt, with Sylvia's assistance, for > research. He was in great pain at the end, but the following poem has > helped our family accept his death. God Bless. > Joan Martin and Family, Oshawa, Ontario, Canada > > GOD SAW YOU GETTING TIRED > WHEN A CURE WAS NOT TO BE > SO HE CLOSED HIS ARMS AROUND YOU > AND WHISPERED "COME TO ME" > YOU DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT YOU WENT THROUGH > AND SO HE GAVE YOU REST > GOD'S GARDEN MUST BE BEAUTIFUL > HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST > AND WHEN WE SAW YOU SLEEPING > SO PEACEFUL, FREE FROM PAIN > WE COULD NOT WISH YOU BACK > TO SUFFER THAT AGAIN. > > ------=_NextPart_000_01BC19E8.5769F480 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable <html><head></head><BODY bgcolor=3D"#FFFFFF"><p><font size=3D2 = color=3D"#000000" face=3D"Arial">Dear Joan<br>I have been watching your = postings as Jack's symptoms seem to mirror mine.<br>I commend you on = your efforts it's hard to imagine how difficult it is.<br>My heart goes = out to you and family.<br><br>All the best Bonne----------<br>> From: = Joan Martin <<font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">><br>> To: <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font color=3D"#000000">; = <font color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font color=3D"#000000">; = <font color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000">; <font = color=3D"#0000FF"><u>[log in to unmask]</u><font = color=3D"#000000"><br>> Subject: John P. (Jack) Martin<br>> Date: = Wednesday, February 12, 1997 3:08 PM<br>> <br>> It is with great = saddness that I write to let you know that my husband of 36<br>> 1/2 = years passed away at home shortly after midnight on Sunday, Feb. = 9/97.<br>> As most of you know Jack had been diagnosed with MSA in = Jan '95 and his<br>> disease had slowly progressed until he was = completely immobile and was<br>> unable to make his speech = understood, although his sense of humour remained<br>> until the end = and he tried to make light of all his problems! His brain = and<br>> spinal cord have been donated to the Brain Tissue Bank in = Toronto, and<br>> tissue samples will be going to Vanderbilt, with = Sylvia's assistance, for<br>> research. He was in great pain at = the end, but the following poem has<br>> helped our family accept his = death. God Bless.<br>> Joan Martin and Family, Oshawa, Ontario, = Canada <br>> <br>> GOD SAW YOU GETTING TIRED<br>> WHEN A CURE = WAS NOT TO BE<br>> SO HE CLOSED HIS ARMS AROUND YOU<br>> AND = WHISPERED "COME TO ME"<br>> YOU DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT YOU = WENT THROUGH<br>> AND SO HE GAVE YOU REST<br>> GOD'S GARDEN MUST = BE BEAUTIFUL<br>> HE ONLY TAKES THE BEST <br>> AND WHEN WE SAW YOU = SLEEPING<br>> SO PEACEFUL, FREE FROM PAIN<br>> WE COULD NOT = WISH YOU BACK<br>> TO SUFFER THAT AGAIN.<br>> <br>> </p> </font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></f= ont></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font= ></font></font></font></font></body></html> ------=_NextPart_000_01BC19E8.5769F480--