Joe Palomera

Joe Palomera. Born June 13 1928. Joe was my husband for over five and half years. We were living mostly in New York but traveled the length and breath of the United States going by both greyhound bus and also by hitchhiking. We also lived in Nashville for a good while in 1993. When we separated we remained friends but lost touch in the last few years.  He was kind, loving and generous. Life wasn't easy for Joe. All I knew was both from the years that I shared with him and from what he told me about the other years. Joe knew alot about poverty, homelessness and very hard times in so many other ways. I got pregnant in 1992, our first year together, and unfortunately, I lost the baby and almost my life by an ectopic pregnancy on May 18th 1992, when I was rushed into theater in Roosevelt Hospital in New York City. It was so hard for us both and we were also homeless at that time too, sleeping between a building on Columbus Circle to later sleeping just inside Central park with other homeless whom Joe knew and respected. Everyone looked out for each other. We spent the next five years, struggling through homelessness on and off, and traveling and hitching around the United States trying to see if we could get a better life, but something always drew Joe back to New York City. We eventually separated  after just being too different and partly because I had got into bad health and decided to go back to Ireland to stay with my mum for a while. We remained good friends and spoke on the phone most weeks. I went back to visit in 2003 and we traveled around from NYC to Florida to Arizona to Tennessee and finally back to NYC. I am in the process of writing a novel about my years in the states and my years with Joe. En mi corazon para siempre. Hasta que nos volvamos a encontrar en el cielo.  ..........Helen Kiely-O'Regan ..............

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