07/19/2018
Our morning started rough. George did not feel well at all, my heart sank just a little lower, I had anticipated and hoped for a better beginning. As the day went on, he was still struggling. I made an appointment to see his oncologist in the afternoon praying for some kind of help or relief for him. My prayers were answered. When I suggested feeding through an IV, I was informed insurance does not pay for it as a general rule and it is cost prohibitive for an individual. The next option, sugar water and saline every other day. It has minor nutritional value, but it is better than nothing, so the 2 hour infusion began. I ran to the store to get more prescriptions while George sat quiet and exhausted in the chair with the IV running. When I returned, he was more alert and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, there was my guy.
I am overwhelmed at the outpouring of love and support from all of our friends.
We have been blessed with an amazing job that we created ourselves over many years. We get to professionally throw parties and fine tune them to our liking. I cannot think of anything that could be as much fun, detail oriented and people pleasing as producing special events. Over the years I have watched as my husband assumed the job of Salt River Ambassador and partied with the best of the best. During the height of our Rock-N-Reggae days I walked through the crowd to see my 60 year old husband doing a keg stand with all the 20 somethings. I was giggling with laughter as I walked up on him, change and keys tumbling out of his pockets and beer squirting everywhere while an adoring crowd cheered him on repeating, "George, George, George, George". I remember tipping my head down to meet him, eye to eye. I said "Hi, whatcha doin'?", His slurpee reply "Kegstand!" He was a rock star during those festivals, everyone wanted his attention and time. He was "The Man". He would take the stage to talk to the crowd and they would cheer him on until he requested their silence to speak. He had quite a command of his followers. Thousands of young people adoring him and thanking him for having the best festival they had ever attended. I took great pride in knowing that he was my husband. That aging Rock Star belonged next to me and I loved him. The rock shows were "my baby", I got to book them, schedule them, organize them and plan pretty much as I wished to make them a success. His "baby" was Bluegrass.
Even though it was pretty clear cut the rock shows were my passion, he ended up being the star of both events, the Bluegrass Festival and the Rock Show. Clearly being the best party host in the state of Michigan on Rock-N-Reggae weekend belonged to George. He will always be my Rock Star and could steal my thunder any day.
