Wayne Gilmore Memorial
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Wayne suddenly passed away yesterday. He is loved by so many and will be missed dearly. He leaves behind his wife, Lara, children Joseph, Issac, Brittney, Torie, and Aaliyah, as well as his brothers Robert and George, Jr. , and sisters, Hope, Dolores, & Gerry and his father George, Sr.
A letter written by Lara to Wayne:
Less than 24 hours ago we were laying in bed together, your hand draped across my abdomen and I was telling you about my clinicals and you were telling me about your transports. You then told me you were happy because you had talked to all of your children last night so life was good. We talked about your softball games today, how they wanted you guys to play the majors “straight up” which meant no home runs up front, but you said no. We talked about a family friend who had just been diagnosed with cancer way too young. We promised each other that we were going to start making sure we go to the doctor to get all the necessary screenings because we wanted to stay healthy because we had so many plans. We talked and laughed about a few things. That is how we usually started our mornings. Catching up because our schedules are so hectic. Then you got up and got in the shower. You got ready, pulled out an extra Jersey for a teammate who wasn’t going to make it and then said he could but didn’t have his stuff. It was cool because you guys wore the same shoe size and were both left handed so you had an extra glove for him. Then you gave me a kiss said “I love you dude.” I said love you too dude and told you to enjoy your day. I didn’t go with you because one of our children’s friend’s had planned a surprise birthday party for him later than day. Some hours later, I had just finished doing our daughters hair and my phone rings. When I see who is calling I answer the phone and say “what happened” because I know the only way this person would be calling me is if something is wrong. She tells me you passed out and the ambulance was on it’s way. I immediately jumped up and threw on some clothes and tell the kids I have to go. I assumed that you had passed out and had come back around and they were taking you to the hospital to check you out. So I figured I was going to get there and you would tell me “it’s all good.” Traffic on 495 sucks as usual. My GPS tells me I am an hour and five minutes away from you. But in my mind you are ok. I get another call, this time the person is crying telling me your heart has stopped and they can’t get it to start again. She gives me the address of the hospital. I call the kids back and tell them to come because it is serious. I call family members. I call my good friend. She talks to me to keep me calm. I can’t stay on the phone with her because my phone is dying and I need my GPS to get to you. By this time my phone is constantly ringing from concerned family members. I keep hitting ignore because I don’t want my phone to die. Our friend is in the lobby waiting for me. Of course she doesn’t know what happened because they won’t tell her anything because she isn’t “family”. An officer approaches me and he tells me to go with him and at the moment I know. At that moment I wanted my heart to stop too. The doctor came out and told me how hard they tried to get you back. They said they tried for over and hour. I asked to see you, to touch you while you were still warm. The officer said he couldn’t let me in your room because at that moment it was a crime scene. They said because you were so young they had to investigate to make sure there was no foul play. I begged that officer, I asked if I could just see you from the window. He said he had to wait for the detective. Then the kids came. I yelled for them to get out because I didn’t want them to see me like I was and I didn’t want to tell them you were gone. The detective came in and told me I could come see you. I saw you laying there and I couldn’t believe it. I held your hand, I swore I could feel your hand curl around mine. For one second I felt a calm come over me. I know that was you. They let me stay for only 10 mins. I kissed your hands. I could still smell the hint of grass and dirt. I kissed your face and I could still taste the salt from your sweat and smell your Egyptian musk. Then I had to take the longest/hardest walk of my life. I had to leave you lying there. So here I lie less than 24 hours later. I’m lying on your pillow because I can still smell you. I can’t sleep, my head hurts and I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. So I write. I’m still hoping it’s just a dream. I know it’s not though. I love you so much Wayne Gilmore.
A letter written by Lara to Wayne:
Less than 24 hours ago we were laying in bed together, your hand draped across my abdomen and I was telling you about my clinicals and you were telling me about your transports. You then told me you were happy because you had talked to all of your children last night so life was good. We talked about your softball games today, how they wanted you guys to play the majors “straight up” which meant no home runs up front, but you said no. We talked about a family friend who had just been diagnosed with cancer way too young. We promised each other that we were going to start making sure we go to the doctor to get all the necessary screenings because we wanted to stay healthy because we had so many plans. We talked and laughed about a few things. That is how we usually started our mornings. Catching up because our schedules are so hectic. Then you got up and got in the shower. You got ready, pulled out an extra Jersey for a teammate who wasn’t going to make it and then said he could but didn’t have his stuff. It was cool because you guys wore the same shoe size and were both left handed so you had an extra glove for him. Then you gave me a kiss said “I love you dude.” I said love you too dude and told you to enjoy your day. I didn’t go with you because one of our children’s friend’s had planned a surprise birthday party for him later than day. Some hours later, I had just finished doing our daughters hair and my phone rings. When I see who is calling I answer the phone and say “what happened” because I know the only way this person would be calling me is if something is wrong. She tells me you passed out and the ambulance was on it’s way. I immediately jumped up and threw on some clothes and tell the kids I have to go. I assumed that you had passed out and had come back around and they were taking you to the hospital to check you out. So I figured I was going to get there and you would tell me “it’s all good.” Traffic on 495 sucks as usual. My GPS tells me I am an hour and five minutes away from you. But in my mind you are ok. I get another call, this time the person is crying telling me your heart has stopped and they can’t get it to start again. She gives me the address of the hospital. I call the kids back and tell them to come because it is serious. I call family members. I call my good friend. She talks to me to keep me calm. I can’t stay on the phone with her because my phone is dying and I need my GPS to get to you. By this time my phone is constantly ringing from concerned family members. I keep hitting ignore because I don’t want my phone to die. Our friend is in the lobby waiting for me. Of course she doesn’t know what happened because they won’t tell her anything because she isn’t “family”. An officer approaches me and he tells me to go with him and at the moment I know. At that moment I wanted my heart to stop too. The doctor came out and told me how hard they tried to get you back. They said they tried for over and hour. I asked to see you, to touch you while you were still warm. The officer said he couldn’t let me in your room because at that moment it was a crime scene. They said because you were so young they had to investigate to make sure there was no foul play. I begged that officer, I asked if I could just see you from the window. He said he had to wait for the detective. Then the kids came. I yelled for them to get out because I didn’t want them to see me like I was and I didn’t want to tell them you were gone. The detective came in and told me I could come see you. I saw you laying there and I couldn’t believe it. I held your hand, I swore I could feel your hand curl around mine. For one second I felt a calm come over me. I know that was you. They let me stay for only 10 mins. I kissed your hands. I could still smell the hint of grass and dirt. I kissed your face and I could still taste the salt from your sweat and smell your Egyptian musk. Then I had to take the longest/hardest walk of my life. I had to leave you lying there. So here I lie less than 24 hours later. I’m lying on your pillow because I can still smell you. I can’t sleep, my head hurts and I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. So I write. I’m still hoping it’s just a dream. I know it’s not though. I love you so much Wayne Gilmore.
Organizer and beneficiary
Dionnelipglosspoppin Godette
Organizer
Silver Spring, MD
Lara Gilmore
Beneficiary
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