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2006-08-25
in memory | Marie Jassy
The sunset photo was taken from the window adjacent to Marie's desk where she and I both worked
My friend and co-worker Marie Jassy passed from this realm on Tuesday evening, quite possibly at 5:26 pm.
I say this time with such apparent certainty because that's when Queen Williams' house alarm was set off as she traveled from Middletown to Hartford to see Marie for what would be one last time. I can believe Marie would make her mark as she was going out.
But it's difficult to absorb, this loss of Marie. There are some who have expressed shock to learn that she is gone, though not I. I knew she was struggling with a serious health problem and making the best of things all the while. Only a couple of weeks ago she went in for procedures and tests in New York. She had indicated she expected to come back to work.
Earlier this year, she had taken ill and was in the Intensive Care Unit at St Francis Hospital. On that occasion I kept frantically trying to get in touch, to no avail. It was a day or so before I was supposed to go itno surgery myself and while I sure didn't want to let her know that, I certainly wanted to see her before I would myself become incapacitated for awhile.
Finally, in frustration, I went to the hospital to see her. Before I went it was with advance warning from the hospital that only family members were permitted visits in the ICU. I arrived around what would be suppertime. Her room was near the entry to the unit. Someone had caerfully arranged an assortment of healing stones on the tray where food would ordinarily be set and she was sleeping. No one else was around. I went in, stood by the bedside and held her hand.
Only minutes after I arrived to see Marie, a nurse showed up and saw me with her. I may very likely had been crying. The nurse hesitantly asked if I, this pale, bespectacled white man, was part of the family. Without hesitation I said yes. She looked at me with some skepticism but said nothing more to me than "Well, don't wake her. She needs her rest." Frankly, I was happy just to be there.
While I stood there she awoke on her own and we got to speak with one another briefly. Thankfully, on that occasion, she recovered. She came back to work a couple of months later.
We worked closely together the last few months, she sharing insights with me about the patients we both worked with; of the differences and similarities to how each of approached our jobs; She, after all, had been trained as a nurse whereas I was always "the advocate." We shared more private discussions about our own lives and our repsctive families. We got to know each other much better.
Much of what we shared were our thoughts and memories of others and, while some of the stories we relayed back and forth shall remain forever confidential, many are not. They are, nevertheless, not germane to the subject at the moment, which is Marie.
I know she was not afraid of death and although it may be selfish on my part, I wish that she had been able to remain with us at least some while longer. She was a fine, caring woman, thoughtful and determined. Since I believe that one's Spirit doesn't end come termination of physical life, I ought say she still possesses all of these attributes, and more.
Although she will no longer be physically present, I pray that what knowledge she imparted to me, shall remain ever close. I am a better man for having met her.
Here's the official obituary
Marie Yvonne Jassy, 57, of Seneca Road, Middlefield, died on Tuesday, August 22nd at St. Francis Hospital. Born in Washington, DC she was the daughter of Delilah (Buggs) Langlois and the late Joseph R. Langlois.
She was raised in Copiague, NY before moving to Middletown in 1972, was a graduate of the Ona M. Wilcox School of Nursing as a Registered Nurse and the University of Hartford receiving a BS degree in Nursing and a Master’s degree in Public Administration.
After graduation she worked for Connecticut Valley Hospital for 30 years as a registered nurse and worked as a drug and rehabilitation counselor and was a member of Cross St. AME Zion Church. Marie was an avid animal lover and dedicated her life to caring for people and animals.
Besides her mother, Marie is survived by one brother, Patrick E. Langlois of Florida; three sisters, Brenda Sondej of Alberton, GA, Rosetta Langlois of Hempstead, NY, and Melvina Langlois of Kings Park, NY; her niece and nephew Shaheen and Nadiyah Kelley, of whom she was a loving parent to; two nephews, Kafele Khalfani and Kyle Langlois; one grand niece Sydney Lee Kelley, her special cousins, Theresa Langlois, Jerome Langlois, and Renee Albritton; special friends, Queen Williams, Carol and Roy Smith, and a host of cousins and friends; and her pets, Fuego and Nez, whom she adored.
Besides her father she was predeceased by, one brother, Roland Langlois and two sisters, Pauline Ogeal and Yaamina “Joan” Langlois.
Funeral services will be held at the Cross St. AME Zion Church on Saturday, August 26th at 5:00 pm with the Rev. Moses L. Harvill officiating and interment will be at the convenience of the family.
Friends may call at the church on Saturday from 4:00 to 5:00 pm and those who prefer may make contributions to the Marie (Langlois) Jassy Scholarship Fund, c/o 24 Jane St., Hempstead, NY 11550-4621 or to CT Humane Society, 701 Russell Rd., Newington, CT 06111. Messages of condolence may be sent to the family at Doolittle Funeral Service, Inc. 14 Old Church St., Middletown, is in charge of arrangements.
Send memorial contributions to:
CT Humane Society
701 Russell Road
Newington, CT 06111
-or-
Marie (Langlois) Jassy Scholarship Fund
c/o 24 Jane St.
Hempstead, NY 11550-4621
Take good care Marie. I sure am going to miss you.
My friend and co-worker Marie Jassy passed from this realm on Tuesday evening, quite possibly at 5:26 pm. 
I say this time with such apparent certainty because that's when Queen Williams' house alarm was set off as she traveled from Middletown to Hartford to see Marie for what would be one last time. I can believe Marie would make her mark as she was going out.But it's difficult to absorb, this loss of Marie. There are some who have expressed shock to learn that she is gone, though not I. I knew she was struggling with a serious health problem and making the best of things all the while. Only a couple of weeks ago she went in for procedures and tests in New York. She had indicated she expected to come back to work.
Earlier this year, she had taken ill and was in the Intensive Care Unit at St Francis Hospital. On that occasion I kept frantically trying to get in touch, to no avail. It was a day or so before I was supposed to go itno surgery myself and while I sure didn't want to let her know that, I certainly wanted to see her before I would myself become incapacitated for awhile.
Finally, in frustration, I went to the hospital to see her. Before I went it was with advance warning from the hospital that only family members were permitted visits in the ICU. I arrived around what would be suppertime. Her room was near the entry to the unit. Someone had caerfully arranged an assortment of healing stones on the tray where food would ordinarily be set and she was sleeping. No one else was around. I went in, stood by the bedside and held her hand.
Only minutes after I arrived to see Marie, a nurse showed up and saw me with her. I may very likely had been crying. The nurse hesitantly asked if I, this pale, bespectacled white man, was part of the family. Without hesitation I said yes. She looked at me with some skepticism but said nothing more to me than "Well, don't wake her. She needs her rest." Frankly, I was happy just to be there.
While I stood there she awoke on her own and we got to speak with one another briefly. Thankfully, on that occasion, she recovered. She came back to work a couple of months later.
We worked closely together the last few months, she sharing insights with me about the patients we both worked with; of the differences and similarities to how each of approached our jobs; She, after all, had been trained as a nurse whereas I was always "the advocate." We shared more private discussions about our own lives and our repsctive families. We got to know each other much better.
Much of what we shared were our thoughts and memories of others and, while some of the stories we relayed back and forth shall remain forever confidential, many are not. They are, nevertheless, not germane to the subject at the moment, which is Marie.
I know she was not afraid of death and although it may be selfish on my part, I wish that she had been able to remain with us at least some while longer. She was a fine, caring woman, thoughtful and determined. Since I believe that one's Spirit doesn't end come termination of physical life, I ought say she still possesses all of these attributes, and more.
Although she will no longer be physically present, I pray that what knowledge she imparted to me, shall remain ever close. I am a better man for having met her.
Here's the official obituary
Marie Yvonne Jassy, 57, of Seneca Road, Middlefield, died on Tuesday, August 22nd at St. Francis Hospital. Born in Washington, DC she was the daughter of Delilah (Buggs) Langlois and the late Joseph R. Langlois.
She was raised in Copiague, NY before moving to Middletown in 1972, was a graduate of the Ona M. Wilcox School of Nursing as a Registered Nurse and the University of Hartford receiving a BS degree in Nursing and a Master’s degree in Public Administration.
After graduation she worked for Connecticut Valley Hospital for 30 years as a registered nurse and worked as a drug and rehabilitation counselor and was a member of Cross St. AME Zion Church. Marie was an avid animal lover and dedicated her life to caring for people and animals.
Besides her mother, Marie is survived by one brother, Patrick E. Langlois of Florida; three sisters, Brenda Sondej of Alberton, GA, Rosetta Langlois of Hempstead, NY, and Melvina Langlois of Kings Park, NY; her niece and nephew Shaheen and Nadiyah Kelley, of whom she was a loving parent to; two nephews, Kafele Khalfani and Kyle Langlois; one grand niece Sydney Lee Kelley, her special cousins, Theresa Langlois, Jerome Langlois, and Renee Albritton; special friends, Queen Williams, Carol and Roy Smith, and a host of cousins and friends; and her pets, Fuego and Nez, whom she adored.Besides her father she was predeceased by, one brother, Roland Langlois and two sisters, Pauline Ogeal and Yaamina “Joan” Langlois.
Funeral services will be held at the Cross St. AME Zion Church on Saturday, August 26th at 5:00 pm with the Rev. Moses L. Harvill officiating and interment will be at the convenience of the family.
Friends may call at the church on Saturday from 4:00 to 5:00 pm and those who prefer may make contributions to the Marie (Langlois) Jassy Scholarship Fund, c/o 24 Jane St., Hempstead, NY 11550-4621 or to CT Humane Society, 701 Russell Rd., Newington, CT 06111. Messages of condolence may be sent to the family at Doolittle Funeral Service, Inc. 14 Old Church St., Middletown, is in charge of arrangements.
Send memorial contributions to:
CT Humane Society
701 Russell Road
Newington, CT 06111
-or-
Marie (Langlois) Jassy Scholarship Fund
c/o 24 Jane St.
Hempstead, NY 11550-4621
Take good care Marie. I sure am going to miss you.
Labels: marie jassy, obituaries
¶ 04:42 1 comments
2006-08-22
2006-08-20
unsought attention
For what it's worth Sandal Showcase has decided to link to this website. I'm really not certain why. My personal fetishes do not include either women's feet or women's footwear. And though I know a couple of quirky guys who do I don't buy women's extra-larges. Beyond once posting a photo of a wedding shoe assortment in a boot-repair shop I can't recally doing much writing on the subject, if at all. Frankly, I find the whole topic kind of weird. [on the other hand, don't get me started on men's work boots]
Nevertheless, I've been given the recognition. This entry is as close to a cross-posting of links that they will get, however. So if you are curious, go for the visit to Sandal Showcase
For what it's worth Sandal Showcase has decided to link to this website. I'm really not certain why. My personal fetishes do not include either women's feet or women's footwear. And though I know a couple of quirky guys who do I don't buy women's extra-larges. Beyond once posting a photo of a wedding shoe assortment in a boot-repair shop I can't recally doing much writing on the subject, if at all. Frankly, I find the whole topic kind of weird. [on the other hand, don't get me started on men's work boots]Nevertheless, I've been given the recognition. This entry is as close to a cross-posting of links that they will get, however. So if you are curious, go for the visit to Sandal Showcase
Labels: footwear, links, whimsey
¶ 22:00 0 comments
summer scene
We were at a fund-raiser for one of the local candidates and when I turned away from the crowd, the pool seemed much lock a David Hockney painting, only this is Connecticut and it's not anywhere close to Hollywood and no one was swimming.
I played around in Photoshop and brought it even closer to what I'd expect a Hockney to look like. Here's a comparison ~ Hockney's Pool and Two Figures on the bottom.
¶ 21:14 0 comments
We were at a fund-raiser for one of the local candidates and when I turned away from the crowd, the pool seemed much lock a David Hockney painting, only this is Connecticut and it's not anywhere close to Hollywood and no one was swimming. I played around in Photoshop and brought it even closer to what I'd expect a Hockney to look like. Here's a comparison ~ Hockney's Pool and Two Figures on the bottom.
¶ 21:14 0 comments
