R.I.P James E. Schoenherr
James E. Schoenherr was born in 1953. He had 6 loving sisters, 3 older and 3 younger. 2 parents that were married for what would've been 60 years except they both passed within 2 months of their anniversary. He went to Notre Dame and had many friends and promising life as a writer ahead of him. But, at the young age of 18 he was in a car accident with 2 of his friends. He permanently lost all use of his legs and underwent extremely painful physical therapy. He was in so much pain since then he was under almost constant sedation from pain medication. Despite all these hardships, he never gave up. He was strong willed and strong hearted. In the 80's he had a child with a women named Tammy, they named their daughter Molly Schoenherr. Eventually, though, James and Tammy got divorced. But, in the 90's, he had another child with a women Named Cathy, and they named their son Jordan James Schoenherr. He was always a good man, willing to give anything for friends or family, but very proud and almost never willing to ask for much. He got a job writing for an optimists group called the Wolf Pack. He made many friends there, and talked about his children of whom he was extremely proud of. He was a great role model for his 2 children, he never wanted to dump any of his troubles onto them and give them the best life possible. They didn't always appreciate him as much as they should have, especially his son. James always wanted to take his son to go bowling, play pool, and just generally spend time together. But his son, like most 16 year old, didn't really care much for all the quality time they spent together. Today James E. Schoenherr was found dead lying in bed, presumably died 2-3 days ago in his sleep at the age 57. I'm his 16 year old son that has taken him for granted all my life. I've always been told I look just like him and have his sense of humor, and that's all I thought I ever got from him. But it wasn't till I actually lost my only father that I realized, almost every single aspect of me I got from him. Not just looks or jokes, but everything. My understanding of right and wrong, my love of animals, playing pool, bowling and countless other things. ... I can't remember the last thing I said to my own father. All I know is that, if I could, I would cherish every moment I had with him. If anyone read, learn from my mistake. Be grateful for everyday you have even a single parent to so much as say hello to over the phone. Cuz after you lose someone that close to you, you would give anything to so much as hear their voice again. I will never forget you dad... I love and miss you. |
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