Sherry 26 Oct 1962 -23 Oct 2019

Friday November 8, 2019


Sherry Brendel

26 Oct 1962 – 23 Oct 2019

Yeah – cancer sucks!

I had to stand by and watch – watch as cancer took a strong, independent, free-spirited, confident woman, and turn her into a scared girl.

Before I had the chance to meet Sherry and get the joy and pleasure of spending over 35 years with her, she had quite a life. She started everything in Wakefield, on October 26th, 1962. She lived all of her childhood in Wakefield, Massachusetts and she graduated from Wakefield High School with the Class of 1980.

Later on, she was a volunteer with her local Fire Department, but shortly after that, she left Wakefield and joined the US Army and was a Dental Hygienist for a few years. Lucky for me, she then decided to join the Air Force where her first assignment after Basic Training and technical training as a Security Specialist brought her to RAF Bentwaters in the United Kingdom. That is where I met her, fell in love with her, and proposed to her, on Christmas Eve, a long time ago. Even though we have been married since February 27, 1987, Sherry was always a Woman of the Eighties (as I liked to say back then) she kept her maiden name of Brendel, while I was Nadon. Though we never met the Queen or Lady Di, I got to feel like I was living with a Princess for a few years in and and around Felixstowe, Ipswich, and Blaxhall, England until the summer of 1988.

Sherry and I went on to Ft. Worth, Texas where we were stationed at Carswell AFB. It was here that our first child, Chris, was born. A few years after Chris was born in 1991, we were reassigned to F. E. Warren AFB in Cheyenne, Wyoming where we have lived since 1993. Chris was soon joined with a little brother, Ryan, just a few short months after moving to Cheyenne. Sherry then left the Air Force at that time to take on a much bigger role in life – that of a mother to Chris and Ryan. When not being the best mom in the world, Sherry also found the time to get an Associates Degree in Liberal Arts, and became very interested in Geology. The interest with Geology also stretched to Archaeology, and that was just fine with both of our boys – they loved Dinosaurs too!! Later on, Sherry was able to get back into the working world where she was a Paraprofessional at Arp Elementary with the school district. Then her background in the military as a Security Specialist got the better of her and she ended up working as a K-9 handler for the Wyoming Department of Corrections while simultaneously rejoining the Air Force as a member of the Air Guard. After a few years with WY DOC, Sherry spent some time with the Postal Service and delivered your letters and packages for you.

All the years added up and Chris went on to play for Post 6 and get a few scholarships to play baseball for a couple of community colleges — as Chris says on his Facebook profile, he studied Baseball at North Eastern Nebraska Junior College. He then made his mother proud and joined the Air Force himself where he still works as a civilian with the HVAC shop at F. E. Warren AFB. Ryan has gone on to graduate from the University of Wyoming with a degree in Mechanical Engineering with a minor in Mathematics. Ryan has taken his skills and currently lives in California, working for the Navy at China Lake Naval Base with NAVAIR as an Engineer in the Weapons Division.

Then it starts to suck — not too long after joining the Guard, Sherry found out that she had Ovarian cancer (I purposely, always spell cancer with a small “C” – it does not deserve a capital). Sherry never gave up – ever!! She went on to continue her training in the Guard and served for a few more years before she retired. Because of that little “c” word, we traveled to Houston, Ft Collins, Denver, and Boston. While all of her Doctors have been great – the Doctors in Boston at Massachusetts General Hospital have been more than exceptional – everybody at Mass General is EXCEPTIONAL. Doctors Birrier, Growdon, and Castro tried and tried but this time, cancer won. Working with all of the Doctors at Mass General has been Sherry’s local Oncologist from the Cheyenne Cancer Center – Doctor Workman. Dr Workman has been very instrumental with getting Sherry the best care that we could. We thank all of them!

Sherry took on a few interests after the boys grew up – she tried her skills with Archery for a while and that lead her to taking up Trap Shooting with the local boys and girls at the Cheyenne Trap and Skeet Club, where she served on the Board of Directors. She met many great people there, but none better than Sarah and Larry, her pseudo-parents and friends. With Sarah’s friendship, Sherry became active with the Cancer Assistance Association in Cheyenne. Sherry and I were also able to spend a little time ourselves, traveling for pleasure to Italy a few times, and to the California coast to visit Chris while he served his country. Sherry made close to 75 trips to see doctors in Boston. I was there for some of them, not as many as I would have liked – life and responsibilities kept getting in the way, but of the many times that I was able to go with her, we made the best of those trips to Boston too. Lobsters, clams, and beers while sitting on the ocean. Pizzas in the North End, baseball at Fenway on top of the Green Monster, walks down Commonwealth and through the Commons and along the Dirty Water of the Charles.

Unfortunately, on 23 Oct 2019, just a few days before her 57th birthday, at 12:14 in the afternoon, Sherry lost and she had to leave all of us behind. Mom and dad. Brother. Sister and brother-in-law that, if all of this were a movie, and we wish it it was, because it could have been a fiction story instead of real life – Jo-Ann and Bill would have won the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor and Actress. Without the help of Jo-Ann and Bill, who’s support was insurmountable, Sherry’s struggle would have been much larger.

Sherry has always loved everything. All of our cats over the years, Bert, Herb, Gravy (Ryan got to name him), Skinny (yeah, Ryan again…..)….. All of our dogs, Spencer, Sherlock, Bubbles, Chewy, her K-9 with WY DOC – Porter, or Gabby (a K-9 for Mobility puppy that we got to help raise). Our current babies that Sherry loves – Finn, Murphy, but more than anything, the best girl in the world – Molly!!! I know If you want to remember Sherry and honor her – go get your self a great Black Lab from the nearest shelter and love and cherish her like Sherry did with Molly. Molly is going to miss Sherry so much.

In lieu of any flowers or cards, please consider a donation to the Cancer Assistance Association right here in Cheyenne in Sherry’s name. She spent time with them and they do a great thing to help those with cancer.

Yeah – cancer sucks. It took Sherry from all of you. The most outgoing, personable, best friend you’ll ever get to have. It took her away from me, her Husband, Les. I’ll miss her more than anything and I know I will never, ever forget her and her smile and sense of humor, as sarcastic and as warped as it could be. I miss you, I love you, and I can’t wait to see you again. Chewy, Bubbles, Spencer, Bert, Herb – they’re all there waiting for you and they’ve already told the big Guy to let you in. Molly and the rest of us, we’ll be along one day – wait for us.

I’ve got to go now, writing this this to tell you about the most wonderful person you could have ever known, it has taken its toll on me. My jaw hurts from the swelling in my throat, and my eyes are wet with tears. Let me leave you with the first joke/riddle that Sherry ever told me, one that has been my favorite since then…..

You know why anteaters never get colds? Because they are full of ANTibodies……

Les

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Sunday November 22, 2015

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I like wine.....

Saturday June 27, 2015

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Pics Update

Thursday March 12, 2015

All the pics from the Italy trip are available to look at, if you wish. Over there ——> on the right, there is a link named “Italy Slideshow”. Nothing is edited there yet (as of today, 12 Mar), so some of the pics may be sideways or out of focus or just waiting to be deleted.

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Yes, these vines will work....

Wednesday March 11, 2015

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Nana y Nanu

Sunday March 1, 2015

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At the Olive Garden

Sunday March 1, 2015

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Todi Italy

Sunday March 1, 2015

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Calvin has one last talk with Hobbes

Saturday February 14, 2015

“Calvin? Calvin, sweetheart?”
In the darkness Calvin heard the sound of Susie, his wife of fifty-three years. Calvin struggled to open his eyes. God, he was so tired and it took so much strength. Slowly, light replaced the darkness, and soon vision followed. At the foot of his bed stood his wife. Calvin wet his dry lips and spoke hoarsely, “Did… did you…. find him?”
“Yes dear,” Susie said smiling sadly, “He was in the attic.”
Susie reached into her big purse and brought out a soft, old, orange tiger doll. Calvin could not help but laugh. It had been so long. Too long.
“I washed him for you,” Susie said, her voice cracking a little as she laid the stuffed tiger next to her husband.
“Thank you, Susie.” Calvin said.
A few moments passed as Calvin just laid on his hospital bed, his head turned to the side, staring at the old toy with nostalgia.
“Dear,” Calvin said finally. “Would you mind leaving me alone with Hobbes for a while? I would like to catch up with him.”
“All right,” Susie said. “I’ll get something to eat in the cafeteria. I’ll be back soon.”
Susie kissed her huband on the forehead and turned to leave. With sudden but gentle strength Calvin stopped her. Lovingly he pulled his wife in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “I love you,” he said.
“And I love you,” said Susie.
Susie turned and left. Calvin saw tears streaming from her face as she went out the door.
Calvin then turned to face his oldest and dearest friend. “Hello Hobbes. It’s been a long time hasn’t it old pal?”
Hobbes was no longer a stuffed doll but the big furry old tiger Calvin had always remembered. “It sure has, Calvin.” said Hobbes.
“You… haven’t changed a bit.” Calvin smiled.
“You’ve changed a lot.” Hobbes said sadly.
Calvin laughed, “Really? I haven’t noticed at all.”
There was a long pause. The sound of a clock ticking away the seconds rang throughout the sterile hospital room.
“So… you married Susie Derkins.” Hobbes said, finally smiling. “I knew you always like her.”
“Shut up!” Calvin said, his smile bigger than ever.
“Tell me everything I missed. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to!” Hobbes said, excited.
And so Calvin told him everything. He told him about how he and Susie fell in love in high school and had married after graduating from college, about his three kids and four grandkids, how he turned Spaceman Spiff into one of the most popular sci-fi novels of the decade, and so on. After he told Hobbes all this there was another pregnant pause.
“You know… I visited you in the attic a bunch of times.” Calvin said.
“I know.”
“But I couldn’t see you. All I saw was a stuffed animal.” Calvin voice was breaking and tears of regret started welling up in his eyes.
“You grew up old buddy.” said Hobbes.
Calvin broke down and sobbed, hugging his best friend. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry I broke my promise! I promised I wouldn’t grow up and that we’d be together forever!!”
Hobbes stroke the Calvin’s hair, or what little was left of it. “But you didn’t.”
“What do you mean?”
“We were always together… in our dreams.”
“We were?”
“We were.”
“Hobbes?”
“Yeah, old buddy?”
“I’m so glad I got to see you like this… one last time…”
“Me too, Calvin. Me too.”
“Sweetheart?” Susie voice came from outside the door.
“Yes dear?” Calvin replied.
“Can I come in?” Susie asked.
“Just a minute.”
Calvin turned to face Hobbes one last time. “Goodbye Hobbes. Thanks… for everything…”
“No, thank you Calvin.” Hobbes said.
Calvin turned back to the door and said, “You can come in now.”
Susie came in and said, “Look who’s come to visit you.”
Calvin’s children and grandchildren followed Susie into Calvin’s room. The youngest grandchild ran past the rest of them and hugged Calvin in a hard, excited hug. “Grandpa!!” screamed the child in delight.
“Francis!” cried Calvin’s daughter, “Be gentle with your grandfather.”
Calvin’s daughter turned to her dad. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Francis never seems to behave these days. He just runs around making a mess and coming up with strange stories.”
Calvin laughed and said, “Well now! That sound just like me when I was his age.”
Calvin and his family chatted some more until a nurse said, “Sorry, but visiting hours are almost up.”
Calvin’s beloved family said good bye and promised to visit tomorrow. As they turned to leave Calvin said, “Francis. Come here for a second.”
Francis came over to his grandfather’s side, “What is it Gramps?”
Calvin reached over to the stuffed tiger on his bedside and and held him out shakily to his grandson, who looked exactly as he did so many years ago. “This is Hobbes. He was my best friend when I was your age. I want you to have him.”
“He’s just a stuffed tiger.” Francis said, eyebrows raised.
Calvin laughed, “Well, let me tell you a secret.”
Francis leaned closer to Clavin. Calvin whispered, “If you catch him in a tiger trap using a tuna sandwich as bait he will turn into a real tiger.”
Francis gasped in delighted awe. Calvin continued, “Not only that he will be your best friend forever.”
“Wow! Thanks grandpa!” Francis said, hugging his grandpa tightly again.
“Francis! We need to go now!” Calvin’s daughter called.
“Okay!” Francis shouted back.
“Take good care of him.” Calvin said.
“I will.” Francis said before running off after the rest of the family.
Calvin laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. The time to go was close. He could feel it in his soul. Calvin tried to remember a quote he read in a book once. It said something about death being the next great adventure or something like that. He eyelids grew heavy and his breathing slowed. As he went deeper into his final sleep he heard Hobbes, as if he was right next to him at his bedside. “I’ll take care of him, Calvin…”
Calvin took his first step toward one more adventure and breathed his last with a grin on his face.

Originally seen here

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Thanks Tom (Magliozzi)!!

Wednesday November 5, 2014

You and your brother were wicked funny!! I have missed you not being on the air for the last few years – perhaps the good lord needed his car worked on?

Tom Magliozzi Passes Away

When Sherry had a question — select podcast #1229 and skip ahead to 27:50.

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