Joe resided at 340 Commercial Blvd where he also worked for Patti in the furniture store. His daughter, Nicole, had lived with him since October 2009.
On 12 December 2009, I located Joe in Lexington, North Carolina after over 15 years of searching for him.
Alcoholism is a disease that effects to many of the American population.
Joe rode across the country with Linda McCallister to begin a life. Joe had two main goals: he wanted to quit drinking alcohol, and he wanted to marry Linda.
We talked. We planned for the future. He told me that he had spent the last decade going to one rehab or substance abuse class or program after another. He tried so hard to quit drinking.
In rehab after his mother passed, they asked why he used alcohol. Joe used an example: he explained that he got drunk when he heard his Mom passed because he could not handle it sober. His cries were not heard back then.
Now his new plan was to free himself of alcohol then dedicate his life to binge my husband, if I would accept his offer soberiety and then marriage.
Joe entered in-patient rehab at the Veteran's Center in Albuquerque in October of 2010. He got kicked out of the program twice but managed to make it through the course, but he still was struggling with sobriety. He wanted to go through the class again and again and as many times necessary to come to me free of alcohol.
Although Joe promised he would never leave me again, there came a point in time when he had no choice.
On Saturday, 9 April 2011 around 5:30 P.M., while still struggling with his demons, Joe drank a substancial amount of Budweisers and got on his scooter. He ran off the road at Morningside and Lead SE in Albuquerque. The officers at the scene termed his wreck as a GBH crash ... great bodily harm. He was deemed non-responsive at the accident site. He was taken to the University of New Mexico Hospital by Albuquerque Ambulance with bleeds in his brain. The doctors ordered CT scans and rushed him for surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain.
The police and hospital were finally able to locate his next of kin though the Veteran's Hospital. They called his baby sister, Deborah (Debbie) Wallheimer Freemeyer in Phoenix, Maricopa County, Arizona. Debbie called me about 9:45 P.M. on Sunday, 10 April 2011. I'd been trying to text and call him all day but never got a response. After Debbies' call, I left the house for University Hospital.
After quite a search, I was able to find him in the neurological ICU. The nurse on duty, Greg, explained as much as he could about Joe's condition. Joe was comatose, and if he managed to survive the next couple of days, his prognosis was not good. We could expect serveral things: most probably, he would be in a vegatative state, but if he actually woke up, his memory and personality would be greatly affected because the front of the brain is where that information is stored. In his favor, he was initiating respiration himself and he squeezed my fingers when I tried to take my hand from his ... I could only pray.
I spent most of the day on Monday, 11 April 2011, in the hospital with Joe. I talked to him, sang to him, and stroked his face. He was so battered and bruised. I was with him in 3 to 4 hour visits, but I had to take breaks in between my visits. I was absolutely exhausted.
Night time came and Debbie and her husband arrived. It was around 9:00 Monday night. We talked for a bit, and I told them that I would leave them alone with Joe. We talked for a bit more, and I finally went home.
I was back at the hospital around 11 A.M. on 12 April 2011. Debbie and James were already at the hospital. Debbie had to make a decision about Joe's quality of life. The doctor told her that if Joe survived, he would be as non-responsive as he was on the first night. There was no chance of him making it back to us. Debbie had called the rest of the Wallheimer family and thier unanimous decision was to take him off of life support.
His life had held so much pain and misery. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was time to give him his freedom, but it was my opinion that they should give him a chance before they turned off life support. That didn't matter, because being a fiance, I had no voice in the matter.
The nurses and doctors took Joe off of life support around 1:00 P.M. He was still hooked up to the heartbeat, blood pressure, brain pressure and oxygen saturation monitors. I layed my head on his chest and held him as the time passed. It was finally at 2:49 (MST), that Joe quit breathing and left this world to go to Heaven so he could see his Mama, brother Randy, and brother Ronnie. Godspeed Joe.
He was a man that you never had to ask him for help ... he was just there for you. He was such an innocent person. The world lost a wonderful man when he passed. Godspeed Joe til we meet again ...
I don't know if you have made it through this part of Joe's story or not. If by chance you have, please take heed to the danger of alcoholism. It is a disease that consumes families, engagements, children's lives, marriages, and relationships. It is alcohol that you take to bed and it is still with you when you wake. And in the end, it takes your life ...
On 12 December 2009, I located Joe in Lexington, North Carolina after over 15 years of searching for him.
Alcoholism is a disease that effects to many of the American population.
Joe rode across the country with Linda McCallister to begin a life. Joe had two main goals: he wanted to quit drinking alcohol, and he wanted to marry Linda.
We talked. We planned for the future. He told me that he had spent the last decade going to one rehab or substance abuse class or program after another. He tried so hard to quit drinking.
In rehab after his mother passed, they asked why he used alcohol. Joe used an example: he explained that he got drunk when he heard his Mom passed because he could not handle it sober. His cries were not heard back then.
Now his new plan was to free himself of alcohol then dedicate his life to binge my husband, if I would accept his offer soberiety and then marriage.
Joe entered in-patient rehab at the Veteran's Center in Albuquerque in October of 2010. He got kicked out of the program twice but managed to make it through the course, but he still was struggling with sobriety. He wanted to go through the class again and again and as many times necessary to come to me free of alcohol.
Although Joe promised he would never leave me again, there came a point in time when he had no choice.
On Saturday, 9 April 2011 around 5:30 P.M., while still struggling with his demons, Joe drank a substancial amount of Budweisers and got on his scooter. He ran off the road at Morningside and Lead SE in Albuquerque. The officers at the scene termed his wreck as a GBH crash ... great bodily harm. He was deemed non-responsive at the accident site. He was taken to the University of New Mexico Hospital by Albuquerque Ambulance with bleeds in his brain. The doctors ordered CT scans and rushed him for surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain.
The police and hospital were finally able to locate his next of kin though the Veteran's Hospital. They called his baby sister, Deborah (Debbie) Wallheimer Freemeyer in Phoenix, Maricopa County, Arizona. Debbie called me about 9:45 P.M. on Sunday, 10 April 2011. I'd been trying to text and call him all day but never got a response. After Debbies' call, I left the house for University Hospital.
After quite a search, I was able to find him in the neurological ICU. The nurse on duty, Greg, explained as much as he could about Joe's condition. Joe was comatose, and if he managed to survive the next couple of days, his prognosis was not good. We could expect serveral things: most probably, he would be in a vegatative state, but if he actually woke up, his memory and personality would be greatly affected because the front of the brain is where that information is stored. In his favor, he was initiating respiration himself and he squeezed my fingers when I tried to take my hand from his ... I could only pray.
I spent most of the day on Monday, 11 April 2011, in the hospital with Joe. I talked to him, sang to him, and stroked his face. He was so battered and bruised. I was with him in 3 to 4 hour visits, but I had to take breaks in between my visits. I was absolutely exhausted.
Night time came and Debbie and her husband arrived. It was around 9:00 Monday night. We talked for a bit, and I told them that I would leave them alone with Joe. We talked for a bit more, and I finally went home.
I was back at the hospital around 11 A.M. on 12 April 2011. Debbie and James were already at the hospital. Debbie had to make a decision about Joe's quality of life. The doctor told her that if Joe survived, he would be as non-responsive as he was on the first night. There was no chance of him making it back to us. Debbie had called the rest of the Wallheimer family and thier unanimous decision was to take him off of life support.
His life had held so much pain and misery. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was time to give him his freedom, but it was my opinion that they should give him a chance before they turned off life support. That didn't matter, because being a fiance, I had no voice in the matter.
The nurses and doctors took Joe off of life support around 1:00 P.M. He was still hooked up to the heartbeat, blood pressure, brain pressure and oxygen saturation monitors. I layed my head on his chest and held him as the time passed. It was finally at 2:49 (MST), that Joe quit breathing and left this world to go to Heaven so he could see his Mama, brother Randy, and brother Ronnie. Godspeed Joe.
He was a man that you never had to ask him for help ... he was just there for you. He was such an innocent person. The world lost a wonderful man when he passed. Godspeed Joe til we meet again ...
I don't know if you have made it through this part of Joe's story or not. If by chance you have, please take heed to the danger of alcoholism. It is a disease that consumes families, engagements, children's lives, marriages, and relationships. It is alcohol that you take to bed and it is still with you when you wake. And in the end, it takes your life ...
Joe resided at 340 Commercial Blvd where he also worked for Patti in the furniture store. His daughter, Nicole, had lived with him since October 2009.
On 12 December 2009, I located Joe in Lexington, North Carolina after over 15 years of searching for him.
Alcoholism is a disease that effects to many of the American population.
Joe rode across the country with Linda McCallister to begin a life. Joe had two main goals: he wanted to quit drinking alcohol, and he wanted to marry Linda.
We talked. We planned for the future. He told me that he had spent the last decade going to one rehab or substance abuse class or program after another. He tried so hard to quit drinking.
In rehab after his mother passed, they asked why he used alcohol. Joe used an example: he explained that he got drunk when he heard his Mom passed because he could not handle it sober. His cries were not heard back then.
Now his new plan was to free himself of alcohol then dedicate his life to binge my husband, if I would accept his offer soberiety and then marriage.
Joe entered in-patient rehab at the Veteran's Center in Albuquerque in October of 2010. He got kicked out of the program twice but managed to make it through the course, but he still was struggling with sobriety. He wanted to go through the class again and again and as many times necessary to come to me free of alcohol.
Although Joe promised he would never leave me again, there came a point in time when he had no choice.
On Saturday, 9 April 2011 around 5:30 P.M., while still struggling with his demons, Joe drank a substancial amount of Budweisers and got on his scooter. He ran off the road at Morningside and Lead SE in Albuquerque. The officers at the scene termed his wreck as a GBH crash ... great bodily harm. He was deemed non-responsive at the accident site. He was taken to the University of New Mexico Hospital by Albuquerque Ambulance with bleeds in his brain. The doctors ordered CT scans and rushed him for surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain.
The police and hospital were finally able to locate his next of kin though the Veteran's Hospital. They called his baby sister, Deborah (Debbie) Wallheimer Freemeyer in Phoenix, Maricopa County, Arizona. Debbie called me about 9:45 P.M. on Sunday, 10 April 2011. I'd been trying to text and call him all day but never got a response. After Debbies' call, I left the house for University Hospital.
After quite a search, I was able to find him in the neurological ICU. The nurse on duty, Greg, explained as much as he could about Joe's condition. Joe was comatose, and if he managed to survive the next couple of days, his prognosis was not good. We could expect serveral things: most probably, he would be in a vegatative state, but if he actually woke up, his memory and personality would be greatly affected because the front of the brain is where that information is stored. In his favor, he was initiating respiration himself and he squeezed my fingers when I tried to take my hand from his ... I could only pray.
I spent most of the day on Monday, 11 April 2011, in the hospital with Joe. I talked to him, sang to him, and stroked his face. He was so battered and bruised. I was with him in 3 to 4 hour visits, but I had to take breaks in between my visits. I was absolutely exhausted.
Night time came and Debbie and her husband arrived. It was around 9:00 Monday night. We talked for a bit, and I told them that I would leave them alone with Joe. We talked for a bit more, and I finally went home.
I was back at the hospital around 11 A.M. on 12 April 2011. Debbie and James were already at the hospital. Debbie had to make a decision about Joe's quality of life. The doctor told her that if Joe survived, he would be as non-responsive as he was on the first night. There was no chance of him making it back to us. Debbie had called the rest of the Wallheimer family and thier unanimous decision was to take him off of life support.
His life had held so much pain and misery. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was time to give him his freedom, but it was my opinion that they should give him a chance before they turned off life support. That didn't matter, because being a fiance, I had no voice in the matter.
The nurses and doctors took Joe off of life support around 1:00 P.M. He was still hooked up to the heartbeat, blood pressure, brain pressure and oxygen saturation monitors. I layed my head on his chest and held him as the time passed. It was finally at 2:49 (MST), that Joe quit breathing and left this world to go to Heaven so he could see his Mama, brother Randy, and brother Ronnie. Godspeed Joe.
He was a man that you never had to ask him for help ... he was just there for you. He was such an innocent person. The world lost a wonderful man when he passed. Godspeed Joe til we meet again ...
I don't know if you have made it through this part of Joe's story or not. If by chance you have, please take heed to the danger of alcoholism. It is a disease that consumes families, engagements, children's lives, marriages, and relationships. It is alcohol that you take to bed and it is still with you when you wake. And in the end, it takes your life ...
On 12 December 2009, I located Joe in Lexington, North Carolina after over 15 years of searching for him.
Alcoholism is a disease that effects to many of the American population.
Joe rode across the country with Linda McCallister to begin a life. Joe had two main goals: he wanted to quit drinking alcohol, and he wanted to marry Linda.
We talked. We planned for the future. He told me that he had spent the last decade going to one rehab or substance abuse class or program after another. He tried so hard to quit drinking.
In rehab after his mother passed, they asked why he used alcohol. Joe used an example: he explained that he got drunk when he heard his Mom passed because he could not handle it sober. His cries were not heard back then.
Now his new plan was to free himself of alcohol then dedicate his life to binge my husband, if I would accept his offer soberiety and then marriage.
Joe entered in-patient rehab at the Veteran's Center in Albuquerque in October of 2010. He got kicked out of the program twice but managed to make it through the course, but he still was struggling with sobriety. He wanted to go through the class again and again and as many times necessary to come to me free of alcohol.
Although Joe promised he would never leave me again, there came a point in time when he had no choice.
On Saturday, 9 April 2011 around 5:30 P.M., while still struggling with his demons, Joe drank a substancial amount of Budweisers and got on his scooter. He ran off the road at Morningside and Lead SE in Albuquerque. The officers at the scene termed his wreck as a GBH crash ... great bodily harm. He was deemed non-responsive at the accident site. He was taken to the University of New Mexico Hospital by Albuquerque Ambulance with bleeds in his brain. The doctors ordered CT scans and rushed him for surgery to relieve the pressure on his brain.
The police and hospital were finally able to locate his next of kin though the Veteran's Hospital. They called his baby sister, Deborah (Debbie) Wallheimer Freemeyer in Phoenix, Maricopa County, Arizona. Debbie called me about 9:45 P.M. on Sunday, 10 April 2011. I'd been trying to text and call him all day but never got a response. After Debbies' call, I left the house for University Hospital.
After quite a search, I was able to find him in the neurological ICU. The nurse on duty, Greg, explained as much as he could about Joe's condition. Joe was comatose, and if he managed to survive the next couple of days, his prognosis was not good. We could expect serveral things: most probably, he would be in a vegatative state, but if he actually woke up, his memory and personality would be greatly affected because the front of the brain is where that information is stored. In his favor, he was initiating respiration himself and he squeezed my fingers when I tried to take my hand from his ... I could only pray.
I spent most of the day on Monday, 11 April 2011, in the hospital with Joe. I talked to him, sang to him, and stroked his face. He was so battered and bruised. I was with him in 3 to 4 hour visits, but I had to take breaks in between my visits. I was absolutely exhausted.
Night time came and Debbie and her husband arrived. It was around 9:00 Monday night. We talked for a bit, and I told them that I would leave them alone with Joe. We talked for a bit more, and I finally went home.
I was back at the hospital around 11 A.M. on 12 April 2011. Debbie and James were already at the hospital. Debbie had to make a decision about Joe's quality of life. The doctor told her that if Joe survived, he would be as non-responsive as he was on the first night. There was no chance of him making it back to us. Debbie had called the rest of the Wallheimer family and thier unanimous decision was to take him off of life support.
His life had held so much pain and misery. Maybe they were right. Maybe it was time to give him his freedom, but it was my opinion that they should give him a chance before they turned off life support. That didn't matter, because being a fiance, I had no voice in the matter.
The nurses and doctors took Joe off of life support around 1:00 P.M. He was still hooked up to the heartbeat, blood pressure, brain pressure and oxygen saturation monitors. I layed my head on his chest and held him as the time passed. It was finally at 2:49 (MST), that Joe quit breathing and left this world to go to Heaven so he could see his Mama, brother Randy, and brother Ronnie. Godspeed Joe.
He was a man that you never had to ask him for help ... he was just there for you. He was such an innocent person. The world lost a wonderful man when he passed. Godspeed Joe til we meet again ...
I don't know if you have made it through this part of Joe's story or not. If by chance you have, please take heed to the danger of alcoholism. It is a disease that consumes families, engagements, children's lives, marriages, and relationships. It is alcohol that you take to bed and it is still with you when you wake. And in the end, it takes your life ...
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