The Life of Jay
Johncharles Simonet, 64 years old, lived in Key West, Florida, died 28 December 2013.
He is survived by his wife, Linda "Micki" Joan (Keane) Simonet, son John Jayson Simonet, and his sister, Donna Macfarlane.
Born 25 January 1949, to Donald Simonet and Mary Kostyk Simonet in Syracuse, N.Y. Jay, as he was known to his friends, was destined to live a colorful life.
He went to elementary school in Tinton Falls, N.J. and attended The Mother of the Savior Seminary to pursue a career in priesthood. In 1968, he discovered girls and decided to travel the world by joining the Navy. His 23 year career included a tour in the Tonkin Gulf Yacht Club shipboard off the coast off Vietnam, The ships he proudly served aboard were the USS Casa Grande, USS America, USS Inchon, USS Suribachi, USS Canopus and the USS Grasp. Shore duty included Key West, Naval Air Station in 1976, where he met his wife, Linda, who was also in the Navy. She proposed to him three times to which each time he declined and she was re-stationed in Guam. Realizing his mistake, he traveled to Guam to be married.
August 15, 1977, his son John Jayson was born. As a family they were stationed in Ft. Monmouth, N.J., Charleston, S.C., Bermuda and again in Key West, where he retired. He bought an old conch house; actually, Micki did. It was in serious need of tender loving care and he spent his retirement years renovating it. As a hobby, Jay enjoyed body painting at The Garden of Eden above the Bull and Whistle. He was a master carpenter and enjoyed woodworking. He was a master at knot tying and macrame lace. He was a tailor and enjoyed making costumes for Fantasy Fest and some of his local friends who where exotic dancers.
Jay was a fresh water conch and enjoyed living in Key West to the utmost. He believed in the concept of One Human Family and gave freely to those who needed help; and refused to press charges against the person who burglarized the house, even though he knew who it was. He is best known for his hats. Most often he would wear a leather cap. His most recognizable piece of work is the Paint Brush Fence which he created to prevent their whippet from jumping out of the yard.
Jay wished to share his experience with everyone so that they may realize they MUST stop smoking. Death is not pretty and cancer takes it's time. As the end grew closer, Jay's body was bruised from neck to toes as the blood pooled under his skin each time the medical staff attempted to find an alternate site for an IV. He had a tube inserted into his nose to his stomach to facilitate feeding and medications. His lungs and kidney were failing, and he was becoming more and more disoriented. His hands had to be restrained to prevent him from pulling out the tubing and Ivs.
In the end, Micki was at his side. His breathing, as he gasped for air, sounded like a baby bird in the nest. With each breath it got weaker and the bird sounded further away. Finally, it stopped.
Many thanks go to the medical staff of Mount Sinai and Sylvester Cancer Treatment Center at University of Miami. You gave me 2 ¬½ years more to cherish my husband, my best friend and soul mate.
Jay will be cremated and, when the weather improves and allows his friends and family to safely travel, there will be a memorial. Per Jay's wishes, he will be buried at sea.
Jay, you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I miss you and will love you forever.