Buck is my Husband of 14 years. He passed away 5 days shy of our anniversary. 15 years to the day of meeting. We were engaged 48 hours after we met.
Buck was born in Syracuse,NY. Shortly thereafter he moved with his family to the beaches of So. Florida. After high school he traveled out to So. CA for a few years. He (We) have always had a little gypsy in our souls and actually lived quite close to each other in another state before we met.
He met Donna Meeko in the late 80's. I would have loved Donna and her giving spirit. She also helped shape who it was that I fell in love with. I used to tease Buck that Donna had done a wonderful job training him. Sadly she passed away from a massive heart attack at home with Buck at her side. He was inconsolable and did not date until he met me 6 years later. We met almost 15 years to the day of his passing back in 2000. We were married a year later on February 3rd, 2001.
Buck was an accomplished third generation artist. From the beginning of our relationship I worked along side of him as he taught me the fine arts of marbeling, woodgraining, and many other fine wall finishings. We traveled from Vermont to Texas working in many homes and businesses.
On November 13th, 2014 he had texted me that he was on his way home. The cats and my favorite time of day! Then his friend that he was helping at the time called me. He explained that Buck was being rushed to the hospital after collapsing and going into a seizure. Buck had suffered a severe eschemic stroke. All he could move was his left foot though his mind was not effected at all. He was basically trapped in his body.
I learned everything that I could about physical and occupational therapy. After the doctor approved the therapies Buck worked hard for the next month making improvements. He was released to a nursing home almost 2 hours away. For the next 9 days he was neglected and abused. Because of the distance I had only visited this pathetic village of the damned once.
I received a call that Buck was being rushed back to Tulsa in an ambulance to the NEAREST hospital here. I couldn't stop crying when I saw the shell of the man I had once known. The doctor delivered a very poor prognosis but despite everything, Buck communicated through moving his foot and blinking his eyes that he wanted to keep trying. I gathered our closest friends, (Team Buck) and they agreed that Buck WAS wanting to try again. So we started searching the backwoods of Oklahoma for another nursing home. Since his return from the first nursing home he had developed pretty severe pain to his left side due to atrophied muscles. The strongest pain medication Buck had ever taken was ibuprofin. He was against any type of narcotics. Now he was on morphine and fought taking it until I couldn't stand seeing the suffering he was going through.
A few days after he decided to try again, he suffered another stroke. The doctor had originally told me we had the option of letting Buck go naturally. I decided it was time. No more abuse from nursing homes.
I was at the hospital for 30 to 40 hours at a time before having to leave and take care of the everyday things that kept on going. On January 28th while I was away, Buck went to his Heavenly Home at 12:59 p.m. I had told him over and over that it was O.K. to go. I told him that he had no more worries. His earthly journey was finished and I would be O.K. (that was a lie and I knew it). I told him he would be with Jesus and he would be surrounded by pure love. Donna would be there as well as his family.
Buck never liked goodbyes. His vitals had slipped before while I had stepped away only to return to normal ranges as soon as I raced back to his side. I believe he wanted me to be away when he left. I kept a rosary on his hand the entire time. When he passed a nurse noticed and Prayed the rosary over him. I will forever be great full for that.
Buck was cremated and came home this past week. Due to financial hardships I cannot afford to bury his ashes. $850.00 to dig a hole AFTER you buy the plot? So he sits in a cabinet with his photo now which is comforting.
On February 27th Buck would have turned 58. Instead of a sad memorial service, our closest friends and I are throwing him a birthday party where we will remember everything "Buck". I will love you forever my sweetheart. Please watch over me until we meet again.
We must have listened to this 500 times. Our favorite song
https://youtu.be/YdI74uW-I7s
https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
Buck was born in Syracuse,NY. Shortly thereafter he moved with his family to the beaches of So. Florida. After high school he traveled out to So. CA for a few years. He (We) have always had a little gypsy in our souls and actually lived quite close to each other in another state before we met.
He met Donna Meeko in the late 80's. I would have loved Donna and her giving spirit. She also helped shape who it was that I fell in love with. I used to tease Buck that Donna had done a wonderful job training him. Sadly she passed away from a massive heart attack at home with Buck at her side. He was inconsolable and did not date until he met me 6 years later. We met almost 15 years to the day of his passing back in 2000. We were married a year later on February 3rd, 2001.
Buck was an accomplished third generation artist. From the beginning of our relationship I worked along side of him as he taught me the fine arts of marbeling, woodgraining, and many other fine wall finishings. We traveled from Vermont to Texas working in many homes and businesses.
On November 13th, 2014 he had texted me that he was on his way home. The cats and my favorite time of day! Then his friend that he was helping at the time called me. He explained that Buck was being rushed to the hospital after collapsing and going into a seizure. Buck had suffered a severe eschemic stroke. All he could move was his left foot though his mind was not effected at all. He was basically trapped in his body.
I learned everything that I could about physical and occupational therapy. After the doctor approved the therapies Buck worked hard for the next month making improvements. He was released to a nursing home almost 2 hours away. For the next 9 days he was neglected and abused. Because of the distance I had only visited this pathetic village of the damned once.
I received a call that Buck was being rushed back to Tulsa in an ambulance to the NEAREST hospital here. I couldn't stop crying when I saw the shell of the man I had once known. The doctor delivered a very poor prognosis but despite everything, Buck communicated through moving his foot and blinking his eyes that he wanted to keep trying. I gathered our closest friends, (Team Buck) and they agreed that Buck WAS wanting to try again. So we started searching the backwoods of Oklahoma for another nursing home. Since his return from the first nursing home he had developed pretty severe pain to his left side due to atrophied muscles. The strongest pain medication Buck had ever taken was ibuprofin. He was against any type of narcotics. Now he was on morphine and fought taking it until I couldn't stand seeing the suffering he was going through.
A few days after he decided to try again, he suffered another stroke. The doctor had originally told me we had the option of letting Buck go naturally. I decided it was time. No more abuse from nursing homes.
I was at the hospital for 30 to 40 hours at a time before having to leave and take care of the everyday things that kept on going. On January 28th while I was away, Buck went to his Heavenly Home at 12:59 p.m. I had told him over and over that it was O.K. to go. I told him that he had no more worries. His earthly journey was finished and I would be O.K. (that was a lie and I knew it). I told him he would be with Jesus and he would be surrounded by pure love. Donna would be there as well as his family.
Buck never liked goodbyes. His vitals had slipped before while I had stepped away only to return to normal ranges as soon as I raced back to his side. I believe he wanted me to be away when he left. I kept a rosary on his hand the entire time. When he passed a nurse noticed and Prayed the rosary over him. I will forever be great full for that.
Buck was cremated and came home this past week. Due to financial hardships I cannot afford to bury his ashes. $850.00 to dig a hole AFTER you buy the plot? So he sits in a cabinet with his photo now which is comforting.
On February 27th Buck would have turned 58. Instead of a sad memorial service, our closest friends and I are throwing him a birthday party where we will remember everything "Buck". I will love you forever my sweetheart. Please watch over me until we meet again.
We must have listened to this 500 times. Our favorite song
https://youtu.be/YdI74uW-I7s
https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
Buck is my Husband of 14 years. He passed away 5 days shy of our anniversary. 15 years to the day of meeting. We were engaged 48 hours after we met.
Buck was born in Syracuse,NY. Shortly thereafter he moved with his family to the beaches of So. Florida. After high school he traveled out to So. CA for a few years. He (We) have always had a little gypsy in our souls and actually lived quite close to each other in another state before we met.
He met Donna Meeko in the late 80's. I would have loved Donna and her giving spirit. She also helped shape who it was that I fell in love with. I used to tease Buck that Donna had done a wonderful job training him. Sadly she passed away from a massive heart attack at home with Buck at her side. He was inconsolable and did not date until he met me 6 years later. We met almost 15 years to the day of his passing back in 2000. We were married a year later on February 3rd, 2001.
Buck was an accomplished third generation artist. From the beginning of our relationship I worked along side of him as he taught me the fine arts of marbeling, woodgraining, and many other fine wall finishings. We traveled from Vermont to Texas working in many homes and businesses.
On November 13th, 2014 he had texted me that he was on his way home. The cats and my favorite time of day! Then his friend that he was helping at the time called me. He explained that Buck was being rushed to the hospital after collapsing and going into a seizure. Buck had suffered a severe eschemic stroke. All he could move was his left foot though his mind was not effected at all. He was basically trapped in his body.
I learned everything that I could about physical and occupational therapy. After the doctor approved the therapies Buck worked hard for the next month making improvements. He was released to a nursing home almost 2 hours away. For the next 9 days he was neglected and abused. Because of the distance I had only visited this pathetic village of the damned once.
I received a call that Buck was being rushed back to Tulsa in an ambulance to the NEAREST hospital here. I couldn't stop crying when I saw the shell of the man I had once known. The doctor delivered a very poor prognosis but despite everything, Buck communicated through moving his foot and blinking his eyes that he wanted to keep trying. I gathered our closest friends, (Team Buck) and they agreed that Buck WAS wanting to try again. So we started searching the backwoods of Oklahoma for another nursing home. Since his return from the first nursing home he had developed pretty severe pain to his left side due to atrophied muscles. The strongest pain medication Buck had ever taken was ibuprofin. He was against any type of narcotics. Now he was on morphine and fought taking it until I couldn't stand seeing the suffering he was going through.
A few days after he decided to try again, he suffered another stroke. The doctor had originally told me we had the option of letting Buck go naturally. I decided it was time. No more abuse from nursing homes.
I was at the hospital for 30 to 40 hours at a time before having to leave and take care of the everyday things that kept on going. On January 28th while I was away, Buck went to his Heavenly Home at 12:59 p.m. I had told him over and over that it was O.K. to go. I told him that he had no more worries. His earthly journey was finished and I would be O.K. (that was a lie and I knew it). I told him he would be with Jesus and he would be surrounded by pure love. Donna would be there as well as his family.
Buck never liked goodbyes. His vitals had slipped before while I had stepped away only to return to normal ranges as soon as I raced back to his side. I believe he wanted me to be away when he left. I kept a rosary on his hand the entire time. When he passed a nurse noticed and Prayed the rosary over him. I will forever be great full for that.
Buck was cremated and came home this past week. Due to financial hardships I cannot afford to bury his ashes. $850.00 to dig a hole AFTER you buy the plot? So he sits in a cabinet with his photo now which is comforting.
On February 27th Buck would have turned 58. Instead of a sad memorial service, our closest friends and I are throwing him a birthday party where we will remember everything "Buck". I will love you forever my sweetheart. Please watch over me until we meet again.
We must have listened to this 500 times. Our favorite song
https://youtu.be/YdI74uW-I7s
https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
Buck was born in Syracuse,NY. Shortly thereafter he moved with his family to the beaches of So. Florida. After high school he traveled out to So. CA for a few years. He (We) have always had a little gypsy in our souls and actually lived quite close to each other in another state before we met.
He met Donna Meeko in the late 80's. I would have loved Donna and her giving spirit. She also helped shape who it was that I fell in love with. I used to tease Buck that Donna had done a wonderful job training him. Sadly she passed away from a massive heart attack at home with Buck at her side. He was inconsolable and did not date until he met me 6 years later. We met almost 15 years to the day of his passing back in 2000. We were married a year later on February 3rd, 2001.
Buck was an accomplished third generation artist. From the beginning of our relationship I worked along side of him as he taught me the fine arts of marbeling, woodgraining, and many other fine wall finishings. We traveled from Vermont to Texas working in many homes and businesses.
On November 13th, 2014 he had texted me that he was on his way home. The cats and my favorite time of day! Then his friend that he was helping at the time called me. He explained that Buck was being rushed to the hospital after collapsing and going into a seizure. Buck had suffered a severe eschemic stroke. All he could move was his left foot though his mind was not effected at all. He was basically trapped in his body.
I learned everything that I could about physical and occupational therapy. After the doctor approved the therapies Buck worked hard for the next month making improvements. He was released to a nursing home almost 2 hours away. For the next 9 days he was neglected and abused. Because of the distance I had only visited this pathetic village of the damned once.
I received a call that Buck was being rushed back to Tulsa in an ambulance to the NEAREST hospital here. I couldn't stop crying when I saw the shell of the man I had once known. The doctor delivered a very poor prognosis but despite everything, Buck communicated through moving his foot and blinking his eyes that he wanted to keep trying. I gathered our closest friends, (Team Buck) and they agreed that Buck WAS wanting to try again. So we started searching the backwoods of Oklahoma for another nursing home. Since his return from the first nursing home he had developed pretty severe pain to his left side due to atrophied muscles. The strongest pain medication Buck had ever taken was ibuprofin. He was against any type of narcotics. Now he was on morphine and fought taking it until I couldn't stand seeing the suffering he was going through.
A few days after he decided to try again, he suffered another stroke. The doctor had originally told me we had the option of letting Buck go naturally. I decided it was time. No more abuse from nursing homes.
I was at the hospital for 30 to 40 hours at a time before having to leave and take care of the everyday things that kept on going. On January 28th while I was away, Buck went to his Heavenly Home at 12:59 p.m. I had told him over and over that it was O.K. to go. I told him that he had no more worries. His earthly journey was finished and I would be O.K. (that was a lie and I knew it). I told him he would be with Jesus and he would be surrounded by pure love. Donna would be there as well as his family.
Buck never liked goodbyes. His vitals had slipped before while I had stepped away only to return to normal ranges as soon as I raced back to his side. I believe he wanted me to be away when he left. I kept a rosary on his hand the entire time. When he passed a nurse noticed and Prayed the rosary over him. I will forever be great full for that.
Buck was cremated and came home this past week. Due to financial hardships I cannot afford to bury his ashes. $850.00 to dig a hole AFTER you buy the plot? So he sits in a cabinet with his photo now which is comforting.
On February 27th Buck would have turned 58. Instead of a sad memorial service, our closest friends and I are throwing him a birthday party where we will remember everything "Buck". I will love you forever my sweetheart. Please watch over me until we meet again.
We must have listened to this 500 times. Our favorite song
https://youtu.be/YdI74uW-I7s
https://youtu.be/oxHnRfhDmrk
