Back in the fall of September 2006 and up until around Febuary of 2007, Jonathan and I got to spend a lot of time together. His wife had left him. They were, at the time living here in my town. He was at that time mad with me, as he often was when he was living with his wife. I'm not sure why, and its complicated but because of his illness he blamed at one time or the other every one of our familymembers for all his problems. But he blamed me the most. He had been out of work for quite some time and so very deeply depressed but he wouldn't have much to do with me and his wife was ill equiped to handle it and so she left him. We didn't know anything about it until three days later she called my parents and told them she'd left and she was worried because he had a pistol in the house.
Anyway, to make a long story short, we got him out of the house they were renting, I'm sure they were close to being evicted and he was in pretty bad shape. We rented him an appartment and signed a six week lease and he agreed he needed help. He did stay there for five of the six months and I spent a lot of time with him. It was really a gift for us both. He got to really find out who I was through his eyes, not someone elses and he had a lot of questions about things that happened in his childhood that he'd made more than they were. We spoke about his father, we spoke of the complicated relationship between myself and my mother and he got on meds and met with people every week for a while for help.
It was during this time that he reached reality again about things he'd imagined and for a while he was doing very good. And then the divorce papers came and it crushed him. And from then on the campaign was on, to get her to take him back. Even though we'd discussed that the two of them just weren't good for each other.
I mentioned to someone how everyday when I woke up I had hope for him. And now that he is gone I don't quite know what to do with that HOPE.
Anyway, I blogged about him in early 2007, and if you're interested here's the link.
I so wanted him to be happy, and I never lost hope.