Dear Johns Hopkins,

Dear Johns Hopkins,

I appreciate that you took the time to send a letter to my dead husband to notify him that some doctor that he saw once in the hospital is moving to Texas.  However, my husband is DEAD… D E A D… Delta Echo Alpha Delta… or if you prefer- David, Edward, Adam, David.  He has kicked the bucket, gone to Dave Jones’ Locker, he’s pushing up daises,  he has gone to the big firehouse in the sky, he has ceased to be among the living, he has exceeded his expiration date, he is resting in peace, his location is six feet under and his remains are located in Brookview Cemetery, he has bought the farm (just never finished paying for it- darn it), he has become living-challenged, he is DOA, a Priority Four, and he has sprouted wings and is now in Heaven.  Do I need to continue????  Do you read me?  Do you copy?  Comprende?

Hmmm… I wonder how many trees lost their lives to tell other dead people that the doctor had moved?

Honestly, I’m beyond letting this stuff bother me and it wasn’t a bill!!!  IT WASN’T A BILL!!!!  If you can’t laugh then you cry… I cry too much anyway… need to laugh, too…   And IT WASN’T A BILL!!!!!

Really… I’m shocked that IT WASN’T A BILL!!!

Who knows… maybe deceased people still need medical care and GI doctors?  Oh yuck… colonoscopies in Heaven?  They say the prep is the worst…

Darn it.  I was holding out for the notion that your body worked like new and you had no aches and pains.  AND that there was most definitely no cancer in Heaven.

Hope the insurance plans are better in Heaven.

Wonder what the co-pays are?

John… if you could… get to work on pushing up some daises… I’m tired of this wintertime… ready for some green!!!

John… love you always… miss you forever…

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About Mary K. Smith

I was widowed in July 2009, when I lost my beloved husband, John, to melanoma. Cancer SUCKS. We have a young son who was just a year old when his father died. I live on a small farm in Maryland which is home to horses, cats, and a dog. I started this blog as a way for me to heal, a way to remember my husband, and eventually I'd like to share it with our son so he can see the love that his father had for him, the love that we had for each other, what a great person his father was, and how hard his father fought to live.
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