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Carol H Tucker
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Be warned:in this very rich environment where you can immerse yourself so completely, your emotions will become engaged -- and not everyone is cognizant of that. Among the many excellent features of SL, there is no auto-return on hearts, so be wary of where your's wanders...
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Jay Sher
They say that you aren't really dead until you are forgotten....
Jay was a character. Frank and I met him when he was working at Security Mall back in 1982. That was where Frank and I met -- he was a security guard and I was working at Mother Goose Shoes, a part time job that I got while I was staying home with my pre-school kids. We stayed in touch with him off and on. After Frank retired, and after the strokes, Frank went back to the mall as security, and Jay was still around. They became pretty good friends. At one point, his 75th birthday I believe, Jay had planned to commit suicide and Frank talked him out of it. Jay was in flat despair over the way that he was living, even with bed bugs infesting his mattress. That was when Frank started helping Jay with money, took him shopping for the bed, and we used to take him to dinner now and then.
When Frank died, Jay seemed desolate. To my shame, I didn't stay in touch as much as he wanted to, but I called him now and then, answered emails, and continued to send him money to supplement the meager social security check. I know little of his background or his family. To me, Jay was that quirky little man who could talk theater and science fiction, and who seemed to be lost between the cracks as he grew older alone. The last I heard from him was an email just before Christmas 2008 checking on me after the ablation procedure.
He was hit by a car in January trying to cross the busy road between his apartments and Security Mall. He had therapy for his broken knee and was expected go home early in March, but he fell again and then declined phyically and mentally -- the doctors thought perhaps he was having mini-strokes. For someone who was constantly in touch by phone and email it's a very bad sign that he stopped initiating any contact. Jay died alone at the Jewish Convalescent Center at the end of March, 03.26.2009. His niece had his body donated to the Anatomy Board because he admired what another person did. He had no money or insurance and he didn't want his niece to be responsible for any funeral costs. His niece contacted me because she couldn't figure out why money was coming into his account every month from me.
He doesn't show up on Google Search -- there are lots of images, but none of them are him. I don't have a picture of him that I can share
RIP, Jay.
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