Jonathan Eilert
Facebook post from Jon’s sister, Libba:
“This is so hard to do. But I need to share my loss, share the sorrow with you, the people of Geneva, where his heart will always be. Jon Eilert, Jonathan, my big brother died shortly before Christmas. It came as a total shock to me, to the family. Jon was never a big talker, but a respectful careful listener. He chose his words carefully and spoke in an understated fashion. When he finally revealed that he had kidney disease in May, he was already in full preparation to start dialysis. Brave, for that was something our Mom always refused to do, up to her death of kidney failure at 63. Unfortunately, Jon's heart gave out, before he could begin the treatment.
Jon was living in New York where he worked as a paralegal. He loved the city and had created a simple lifestyle for himself of all the things he loved.
I'll always remember my brother's mischievous grin, his taste for fine things, his excellent choice of music, his impressive rare book collection. I gave him a Kindle several years ago, and when I asked, he told me he had about 300 books on it. He was incredibly generous and the best gift giver. We had so much fun together, causing trouble when we were little and then again as adults. He had a dozen nicknames for me; I'll forever hear him call me. During our childhood he tormented me endlessly; as his littlest sister I was his easy prey. But that teasing turned into the greatest love and great admiration of each other. And the great thing is, we let each other know it. Especially these last couple of years.
Jon, I'll miss you. But I know you'll be looking down on me, with a smile.”
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“This is so hard to do. But I need to share my loss, share the sorrow with you, the people of Geneva, where his heart will always be. Jon Eilert, Jonathan, my big brother died shortly before Christmas. It came as a total shock to me, to the family. Jon was never a big talker, but a respectful careful listener. He chose his words carefully and spoke in an understated fashion. When he finally revealed that he had kidney disease in May, he was already in full preparation to start dialysis. Brave, for that was something our Mom always refused to do, up to her death of kidney failure at 63. Unfortunately, Jon's heart gave out, before he could begin the treatment.
Jon was living in New York where he worked as a paralegal. He loved the city and had created a simple lifestyle for himself of all the things he loved.
I'll always remember my brother's mischievous grin, his taste for fine things, his excellent choice of music, his impressive rare book collection. I gave him a Kindle several years ago, and when I asked, he told me he had about 300 books on it. He was incredibly generous and the best gift giver. We had so much fun together, causing trouble when we were little and then again as adults. He had a dozen nicknames for me; I'll forever hear him call me. During our childhood he tormented me endlessly; as his littlest sister I was his easy prey. But that teasing turned into the greatest love and great admiration of each other. And the great thing is, we let each other know it. Especially these last couple of years.
Jon, I'll miss you. But I know you'll be looking down on me, with a smile.”
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