So here we are on Jutty’s 30th Birthday! It’s a wonderful time to remember our great memories of him. I choose to celebrate his birthday and not the day he left this earth. You may wonder why and I will be happy to tell you. It’s simple, that one tragic day does not define Jutty. By recognizing that day and dwelling on it doesn’t pay tribute to the 8,588 days he was with me here. (Are you calculating to see if I did it right? OK, it’s close ) These days far outweigh 1 day don’t they? We can be sad, and sure some times I am, but we can also be happy. Happy that we knew him!!
Those of you that knew Jutty, knew how much he loved to laugh. So I laugh and I smile because he made me smile so many times. I smile now as I write this, remembering his cheesy grin!
People say I am strong and a hero, for how I have handled things. I say Psssssshhhhh. I just choose to be thankful for him. A dear friend reminded me yesterday when I told her that I am not a hero but a survivor, that a survivor is a hero. OK I get it, if you can look to me for strength, I am all for it. I guess I am considered strong because I made that choice. I often say, what else can I do?? I can dwell on the day the Good Lord chose to take him or I can choose to be grateful that the Good Lord gave him to me, however short the time. So I decide to to keep his memory alive and make something good out of a bad situation. I hope that I am doing that.
If I had my way, of course my way would be for him to still be here. But it isn’t for me to decide. And he left me with so very many loving family and friends, who have become my family. All have you have given me strength by touching my life however big or small.
I can’t talk about Jutty’s birthday without recognizing the other half of him, and my other love, My Markie Mark, and Jutty’s “Da.” I am pleased that they are together. So typical of them to be doing something without me! LOL
I would love to hear from any of you who have a great Jutty story, you know you have them! I would also love to share them, with your permission of course.
Thank you for your continued support and love,
Mama Jax
No person is ever truly alone . Those who live no more, whom we loved, echo still within our thoughts, our words, our hearts.
I enjoyed my time with him, when he was little. Also, his love of trucks and busses. Forever in my mind will be the word, buta buta bus. Then years later at a parade I hear “hey Nana” and there was Jutty driving the biggest fire truck I ever saw. Those memories will always be with me. Love ❤️ you Jutty. Happy Birthday.
He sure loved his Nana! Buta buta bus was the best!
I have so many memories of your precious boy through the years. From watching in delight at how adorable he was as a toddler, playing pretend with his Thomas the Tank Engine toys, to sitting as adults and swapping harrowing medical stories, Jutty was a gift. I was so lucky to know him. I miss that giant smile of his.
I love this blog post, and I love you, my Jack.