I met Jan the first week I moved to the mountains in Running Springs, California (about 1.5 hours east of L.A.). She was a life long resident of Crestline, about 20 minutes across the mountain. The week I moved up here, I went to work at a local business and Jan was there doing data entry. We hit it off immediately and became fast friends. Turns out we were lifelong friends because we met in May of 1999 and Jan was to die all too soon.
Jan was diagnosed, years ago, with MS and had spells of falling and losing control. Most days were fine and she was just, well, Jan. I remember saying to her that I wondered about the MS because it didn't seem to be acting like MS. But what did I know. In the last months of Jan's life, she was having difficulties due to a slip on the ice at work. She had to leave her job and the last 2 years of her life were such a hard struggle. Both financially as well as emotionally because of all the things she could no longer take part in due to the nerve damage suffered from the fall. Half her hand was numb and both hands ached from normal use. Certainly her days of haircutting and of data entry and computer work were over. It was very hard for her. I will always harbor hard feelings toward our old employer for just not clearing the ice from the parking area. It could have all been avoided.
Jan had one daughter, April, and 3 grandchildren. April and two of her children lived with Jan. Jan loved her grandchildren so much and helped them with school etc. She was all about teaching them to do the right things.
Jan's father had passed about a year before she did and her mom, Elsie, sold her home and came back to Crestline along with her sister, Gerri. I was so happy that Jan, her sister, and mom were together for a while before she passed. They'll forever have those memories of the months before she died.
Jan did many things in her life. She owned a hair salon in Crestline for many years. She had several husbands and all but one passed before her. She had many friends and loved ones.
One of my favorite things was that Jan and I could do crazy things together and just laugh and laugh. We went to our cabin in the mountains and had a vacation with my daughter and my daughter's friend. The girls would head off to the lake for the afternoon and Jan and I would hang out at the cabin and talk and laugh and talk and laugh some more.
She would come to my house and stay for a couple days. My guest room was always open to her and she had carte blanche in my home. She would come over and my daughter would have a friend over and we have a girl's night with yummy food, movies, painting toenails, and such. Great fun.
Jan was a terrible liar so apparently her brothers and sister knew she was the weakest link growing up. If they were trying to pass something off as truth and mom and dad thought differently, they went to Jan to find out what the facts were.
She told me one time that she nearly hit a doe and fawn at dusk. She was driving her dads new truck and as she sat there thankful that she missed them, she heard a terrible crashing and felt a thud. She realized that a buck was essentially assaulting the truck. He kept hitting it over and over to the point that Jan jumped in the back of the camper and held on. When he was done, the trucks exterior was ruined all around it.
A sheriff deputy came upon her and asked if she was ok. She needed a ride home and the officer called her house. Apparently her dad answered and was told the truck was undrivable. He said, is Jan ok? He said, yes, your daughter is fine. She said she grabbed him by the collar and said YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM I AM A WRECK! She said her dad would just not believe that some buck had destroyed his truck. She convinced him that he had to be the one to convince her dad as to what happened. Maybe you had to be there but when she told it, I was dyin.
Jan had a zillion stories. Some of them were our own antics and I never had a dull moment with Jan. Jan really knew how to have fun. We would get together and on occasion be "bad" but it was always fine and worked out with a great laugh.
Jan called me and told me she had seen a new doctor and that the doctor told her that she absolutely did not have MS. I was elated to hear this because MS is such a terrible thing to have. The flip side was, as she said, if it isn't MS, what the hell is it? The doctor said she believed that it was simply an extreme case of anxiety disorder. When she said that, it sounded right to me. She was going to go back for more testing. They had done several extensive batteries of tests and one of the things they told her was that she had clogging of the arteries. She was on lots of pain medication and at times struggled to just get through the day. But there was a new found hope.
I called Jan to let her know that a friend of mine, that she was acquainted with, had passed away. As soon as she got on the phone I could tell she was having a bad day. I even said it and she said yes, she was. We chatted for a bit but I decided not to tell her about Tim. Bad news can wait and she was already not feeling good. I said that I would call her over the weekend when she felt better. We both ended the phone call with our regular I love you. I got a call the next day from her sister that she had passed away later that night in her home.
I miss Jan everyday. I think of her all the time. For a time I was working at a location that took me past the house she lived at when she died so I'd always say "good morning Jan" on my way to work and "see you tomorrow" as I headed home. I always want to pull in and park and go say hi to my friend whenever I go past that house. She is always with me and I talk with her often. Her death has left a large hole in many peoples heart.
I called her daughter on my birthday. I asked how she was doing and how are the boys etc. She asked how I was and I said I was pissed off because it was my birthday and I couldn't share it with her mom. She said, it's your birthday? Then it's for your birthday. I was lost and then she explained that Jan was normally early when it came to buying her presents for bdays and Christmas and such. She had a bag with my name on it so April said; it must be for your birthday.
Her "wake" was nice. I joined the family and close friends for a picnic by the lake. It was really great. I saw April and she gave me a package. She said, this is from my mom for your birthday. Inside was a fabulous I Love Lucy handbag. I Loved Lucy and Jan loved Betty Boop. We often got each other themed presents. So, here I was with a fabulous present from my dear friend after she had died. That was so Jan. I treasure that bag. I treasure it as much as I treasure her lock of hair that I have, and all the rich memories I keep with me.
Jan passed away unexpectedly. She was found by her young grandson and rescue efforts were unsuccessful. Jan left her mark on all of us. I am pleased to call her friend.
I love you Janny Jan.
Jan was diagnosed, years ago, with MS and had spells of falling and losing control. Most days were fine and she was just, well, Jan. I remember saying to her that I wondered about the MS because it didn't seem to be acting like MS. But what did I know. In the last months of Jan's life, she was having difficulties due to a slip on the ice at work. She had to leave her job and the last 2 years of her life were such a hard struggle. Both financially as well as emotionally because of all the things she could no longer take part in due to the nerve damage suffered from the fall. Half her hand was numb and both hands ached from normal use. Certainly her days of haircutting and of data entry and computer work were over. It was very hard for her. I will always harbor hard feelings toward our old employer for just not clearing the ice from the parking area. It could have all been avoided.
Jan had one daughter, April, and 3 grandchildren. April and two of her children lived with Jan. Jan loved her grandchildren so much and helped them with school etc. She was all about teaching them to do the right things.
Jan's father had passed about a year before she did and her mom, Elsie, sold her home and came back to Crestline along with her sister, Gerri. I was so happy that Jan, her sister, and mom were together for a while before she passed. They'll forever have those memories of the months before she died.
Jan did many things in her life. She owned a hair salon in Crestline for many years. She had several husbands and all but one passed before her. She had many friends and loved ones.
One of my favorite things was that Jan and I could do crazy things together and just laugh and laugh. We went to our cabin in the mountains and had a vacation with my daughter and my daughter's friend. The girls would head off to the lake for the afternoon and Jan and I would hang out at the cabin and talk and laugh and talk and laugh some more.
She would come to my house and stay for a couple days. My guest room was always open to her and she had carte blanche in my home. She would come over and my daughter would have a friend over and we have a girl's night with yummy food, movies, painting toenails, and such. Great fun.
Jan was a terrible liar so apparently her brothers and sister knew she was the weakest link growing up. If they were trying to pass something off as truth and mom and dad thought differently, they went to Jan to find out what the facts were.
She told me one time that she nearly hit a doe and fawn at dusk. She was driving her dads new truck and as she sat there thankful that she missed them, she heard a terrible crashing and felt a thud. She realized that a buck was essentially assaulting the truck. He kept hitting it over and over to the point that Jan jumped in the back of the camper and held on. When he was done, the trucks exterior was ruined all around it.
A sheriff deputy came upon her and asked if she was ok. She needed a ride home and the officer called her house. Apparently her dad answered and was told the truck was undrivable. He said, is Jan ok? He said, yes, your daughter is fine. She said she grabbed him by the collar and said YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM I AM A WRECK! She said her dad would just not believe that some buck had destroyed his truck. She convinced him that he had to be the one to convince her dad as to what happened. Maybe you had to be there but when she told it, I was dyin.
Jan had a zillion stories. Some of them were our own antics and I never had a dull moment with Jan. Jan really knew how to have fun. We would get together and on occasion be "bad" but it was always fine and worked out with a great laugh.
Jan called me and told me she had seen a new doctor and that the doctor told her that she absolutely did not have MS. I was elated to hear this because MS is such a terrible thing to have. The flip side was, as she said, if it isn't MS, what the hell is it? The doctor said she believed that it was simply an extreme case of anxiety disorder. When she said that, it sounded right to me. She was going to go back for more testing. They had done several extensive batteries of tests and one of the things they told her was that she had clogging of the arteries. She was on lots of pain medication and at times struggled to just get through the day. But there was a new found hope.
I called Jan to let her know that a friend of mine, that she was acquainted with, had passed away. As soon as she got on the phone I could tell she was having a bad day. I even said it and she said yes, she was. We chatted for a bit but I decided not to tell her about Tim. Bad news can wait and she was already not feeling good. I said that I would call her over the weekend when she felt better. We both ended the phone call with our regular I love you. I got a call the next day from her sister that she had passed away later that night in her home.
I miss Jan everyday. I think of her all the time. For a time I was working at a location that took me past the house she lived at when she died so I'd always say "good morning Jan" on my way to work and "see you tomorrow" as I headed home. I always want to pull in and park and go say hi to my friend whenever I go past that house. She is always with me and I talk with her often. Her death has left a large hole in many peoples heart.
I called her daughter on my birthday. I asked how she was doing and how are the boys etc. She asked how I was and I said I was pissed off because it was my birthday and I couldn't share it with her mom. She said, it's your birthday? Then it's for your birthday. I was lost and then she explained that Jan was normally early when it came to buying her presents for bdays and Christmas and such. She had a bag with my name on it so April said; it must be for your birthday.
Her "wake" was nice. I joined the family and close friends for a picnic by the lake. It was really great. I saw April and she gave me a package. She said, this is from my mom for your birthday. Inside was a fabulous I Love Lucy handbag. I Loved Lucy and Jan loved Betty Boop. We often got each other themed presents. So, here I was with a fabulous present from my dear friend after she had died. That was so Jan. I treasure that bag. I treasure it as much as I treasure her lock of hair that I have, and all the rich memories I keep with me.
Jan passed away unexpectedly. She was found by her young grandson and rescue efforts were unsuccessful. Jan left her mark on all of us. I am pleased to call her friend.
I love you Janny Jan.
I met Jan the first week I moved to the mountains in Running Springs, California (about 1.5 hours east of L.A.). She was a life long resident of Crestline, about 20 minutes across the mountain. The week I moved up here, I went to work at a local business and Jan was there doing data entry. We hit it off immediately and became fast friends. Turns out we were lifelong friends because we met in May of 1999 and Jan was to die all too soon.
Jan was diagnosed, years ago, with MS and had spells of falling and losing control. Most days were fine and she was just, well, Jan. I remember saying to her that I wondered about the MS because it didn't seem to be acting like MS. But what did I know. In the last months of Jan's life, she was having difficulties due to a slip on the ice at work. She had to leave her job and the last 2 years of her life were such a hard struggle. Both financially as well as emotionally because of all the things she could no longer take part in due to the nerve damage suffered from the fall. Half her hand was numb and both hands ached from normal use. Certainly her days of haircutting and of data entry and computer work were over. It was very hard for her. I will always harbor hard feelings toward our old employer for just not clearing the ice from the parking area. It could have all been avoided.
Jan had one daughter, April, and 3 grandchildren. April and two of her children lived with Jan. Jan loved her grandchildren so much and helped them with school etc. She was all about teaching them to do the right things.
Jan's father had passed about a year before she did and her mom, Elsie, sold her home and came back to Crestline along with her sister, Gerri. I was so happy that Jan, her sister, and mom were together for a while before she passed. They'll forever have those memories of the months before she died.
Jan did many things in her life. She owned a hair salon in Crestline for many years. She had several husbands and all but one passed before her. She had many friends and loved ones.
One of my favorite things was that Jan and I could do crazy things together and just laugh and laugh. We went to our cabin in the mountains and had a vacation with my daughter and my daughter's friend. The girls would head off to the lake for the afternoon and Jan and I would hang out at the cabin and talk and laugh and talk and laugh some more.
She would come to my house and stay for a couple days. My guest room was always open to her and she had carte blanche in my home. She would come over and my daughter would have a friend over and we have a girl's night with yummy food, movies, painting toenails, and such. Great fun.
Jan was a terrible liar so apparently her brothers and sister knew she was the weakest link growing up. If they were trying to pass something off as truth and mom and dad thought differently, they went to Jan to find out what the facts were.
She told me one time that she nearly hit a doe and fawn at dusk. She was driving her dads new truck and as she sat there thankful that she missed them, she heard a terrible crashing and felt a thud. She realized that a buck was essentially assaulting the truck. He kept hitting it over and over to the point that Jan jumped in the back of the camper and held on. When he was done, the trucks exterior was ruined all around it.
A sheriff deputy came upon her and asked if she was ok. She needed a ride home and the officer called her house. Apparently her dad answered and was told the truck was undrivable. He said, is Jan ok? He said, yes, your daughter is fine. She said she grabbed him by the collar and said YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM I AM A WRECK! She said her dad would just not believe that some buck had destroyed his truck. She convinced him that he had to be the one to convince her dad as to what happened. Maybe you had to be there but when she told it, I was dyin.
Jan had a zillion stories. Some of them were our own antics and I never had a dull moment with Jan. Jan really knew how to have fun. We would get together and on occasion be "bad" but it was always fine and worked out with a great laugh.
Jan called me and told me she had seen a new doctor and that the doctor told her that she absolutely did not have MS. I was elated to hear this because MS is such a terrible thing to have. The flip side was, as she said, if it isn't MS, what the hell is it? The doctor said she believed that it was simply an extreme case of anxiety disorder. When she said that, it sounded right to me. She was going to go back for more testing. They had done several extensive batteries of tests and one of the things they told her was that she had clogging of the arteries. She was on lots of pain medication and at times struggled to just get through the day. But there was a new found hope.
I called Jan to let her know that a friend of mine, that she was acquainted with, had passed away. As soon as she got on the phone I could tell she was having a bad day. I even said it and she said yes, she was. We chatted for a bit but I decided not to tell her about Tim. Bad news can wait and she was already not feeling good. I said that I would call her over the weekend when she felt better. We both ended the phone call with our regular I love you. I got a call the next day from her sister that she had passed away later that night in her home.
I miss Jan everyday. I think of her all the time. For a time I was working at a location that took me past the house she lived at when she died so I'd always say "good morning Jan" on my way to work and "see you tomorrow" as I headed home. I always want to pull in and park and go say hi to my friend whenever I go past that house. She is always with me and I talk with her often. Her death has left a large hole in many peoples heart.
I called her daughter on my birthday. I asked how she was doing and how are the boys etc. She asked how I was and I said I was pissed off because it was my birthday and I couldn't share it with her mom. She said, it's your birthday? Then it's for your birthday. I was lost and then she explained that Jan was normally early when it came to buying her presents for bdays and Christmas and such. She had a bag with my name on it so April said; it must be for your birthday.
Her "wake" was nice. I joined the family and close friends for a picnic by the lake. It was really great. I saw April and she gave me a package. She said, this is from my mom for your birthday. Inside was a fabulous I Love Lucy handbag. I Loved Lucy and Jan loved Betty Boop. We often got each other themed presents. So, here I was with a fabulous present from my dear friend after she had died. That was so Jan. I treasure that bag. I treasure it as much as I treasure her lock of hair that I have, and all the rich memories I keep with me.
Jan passed away unexpectedly. She was found by her young grandson and rescue efforts were unsuccessful. Jan left her mark on all of us. I am pleased to call her friend.
I love you Janny Jan.
Jan was diagnosed, years ago, with MS and had spells of falling and losing control. Most days were fine and she was just, well, Jan. I remember saying to her that I wondered about the MS because it didn't seem to be acting like MS. But what did I know. In the last months of Jan's life, she was having difficulties due to a slip on the ice at work. She had to leave her job and the last 2 years of her life were such a hard struggle. Both financially as well as emotionally because of all the things she could no longer take part in due to the nerve damage suffered from the fall. Half her hand was numb and both hands ached from normal use. Certainly her days of haircutting and of data entry and computer work were over. It was very hard for her. I will always harbor hard feelings toward our old employer for just not clearing the ice from the parking area. It could have all been avoided.
Jan had one daughter, April, and 3 grandchildren. April and two of her children lived with Jan. Jan loved her grandchildren so much and helped them with school etc. She was all about teaching them to do the right things.
Jan's father had passed about a year before she did and her mom, Elsie, sold her home and came back to Crestline along with her sister, Gerri. I was so happy that Jan, her sister, and mom were together for a while before she passed. They'll forever have those memories of the months before she died.
Jan did many things in her life. She owned a hair salon in Crestline for many years. She had several husbands and all but one passed before her. She had many friends and loved ones.
One of my favorite things was that Jan and I could do crazy things together and just laugh and laugh. We went to our cabin in the mountains and had a vacation with my daughter and my daughter's friend. The girls would head off to the lake for the afternoon and Jan and I would hang out at the cabin and talk and laugh and talk and laugh some more.
She would come to my house and stay for a couple days. My guest room was always open to her and she had carte blanche in my home. She would come over and my daughter would have a friend over and we have a girl's night with yummy food, movies, painting toenails, and such. Great fun.
Jan was a terrible liar so apparently her brothers and sister knew she was the weakest link growing up. If they were trying to pass something off as truth and mom and dad thought differently, they went to Jan to find out what the facts were.
She told me one time that she nearly hit a doe and fawn at dusk. She was driving her dads new truck and as she sat there thankful that she missed them, she heard a terrible crashing and felt a thud. She realized that a buck was essentially assaulting the truck. He kept hitting it over and over to the point that Jan jumped in the back of the camper and held on. When he was done, the trucks exterior was ruined all around it.
A sheriff deputy came upon her and asked if she was ok. She needed a ride home and the officer called her house. Apparently her dad answered and was told the truck was undrivable. He said, is Jan ok? He said, yes, your daughter is fine. She said she grabbed him by the collar and said YOU HAVE TO TELL HIM I AM A WRECK! She said her dad would just not believe that some buck had destroyed his truck. She convinced him that he had to be the one to convince her dad as to what happened. Maybe you had to be there but when she told it, I was dyin.
Jan had a zillion stories. Some of them were our own antics and I never had a dull moment with Jan. Jan really knew how to have fun. We would get together and on occasion be "bad" but it was always fine and worked out with a great laugh.
Jan called me and told me she had seen a new doctor and that the doctor told her that she absolutely did not have MS. I was elated to hear this because MS is such a terrible thing to have. The flip side was, as she said, if it isn't MS, what the hell is it? The doctor said she believed that it was simply an extreme case of anxiety disorder. When she said that, it sounded right to me. She was going to go back for more testing. They had done several extensive batteries of tests and one of the things they told her was that she had clogging of the arteries. She was on lots of pain medication and at times struggled to just get through the day. But there was a new found hope.
I called Jan to let her know that a friend of mine, that she was acquainted with, had passed away. As soon as she got on the phone I could tell she was having a bad day. I even said it and she said yes, she was. We chatted for a bit but I decided not to tell her about Tim. Bad news can wait and she was already not feeling good. I said that I would call her over the weekend when she felt better. We both ended the phone call with our regular I love you. I got a call the next day from her sister that she had passed away later that night in her home.
I miss Jan everyday. I think of her all the time. For a time I was working at a location that took me past the house she lived at when she died so I'd always say "good morning Jan" on my way to work and "see you tomorrow" as I headed home. I always want to pull in and park and go say hi to my friend whenever I go past that house. She is always with me and I talk with her often. Her death has left a large hole in many peoples heart.
I called her daughter on my birthday. I asked how she was doing and how are the boys etc. She asked how I was and I said I was pissed off because it was my birthday and I couldn't share it with her mom. She said, it's your birthday? Then it's for your birthday. I was lost and then she explained that Jan was normally early when it came to buying her presents for bdays and Christmas and such. She had a bag with my name on it so April said; it must be for your birthday.
Her "wake" was nice. I joined the family and close friends for a picnic by the lake. It was really great. I saw April and she gave me a package. She said, this is from my mom for your birthday. Inside was a fabulous I Love Lucy handbag. I Loved Lucy and Jan loved Betty Boop. We often got each other themed presents. So, here I was with a fabulous present from my dear friend after she had died. That was so Jan. I treasure that bag. I treasure it as much as I treasure her lock of hair that I have, and all the rich memories I keep with me.
Jan passed away unexpectedly. She was found by her young grandson and rescue efforts were unsuccessful. Jan left her mark on all of us. I am pleased to call her friend.
I love you Janny Jan.
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