Living the Life, and Nightmare, of Reilly

Does anyone out there know Jim Reilly? He’s just another face in the printing industry crowd. His life story stands out, however, as the ultimate nightmare.

By all rights, this Upper Chichester, PA, man should be plotting out his retirement and considering taking up residence in a warmer climate. Instead, he’s wondering how to put the pieces back together of a life that is too far along to start over, yet too young to throw away.

The wheels started to come off for Reilly, 59, about four years ago. In 2006, his youngest son, Andrew, died in an automobile accident while returning to Millersville (PA) University. Two years later, Reilly’s wife, April, passed away. Unbelievably, it keeps getting worse for this man.

Back in mid-January of this year, Reilly was laid off from the printing company where he made his living. The coup de grace came on March 8…Reilly was cooking dinner, roughly 7 p.m., when a fire broke out in his home. The blaze gutted his two-story abode, destroying virtually all of his family’s possessions, according to the Delaware County Times. No one was hurt, which is about the only break Reilly has caught in a long time.

Losing the family home has magnified Reilly’s burdens. He needs to keep his developmentally delayed son, Shaun, on a routine. That includes having Shaun, who cannot talk, driven to a day program where he can work. Reilly must dress his son and help him down stairs.

Reilly’s daughter is having a difficult time dealing with the adversity, but relies on her boyfriend as a “calming influence,” the paper reported.

As for Reilly, he has very little. He needed to replace the contents of his wallet. And he was still in the process of sifting through the debris of his home to find important papers. Maybe if he is lucky, Reilly might find a picture or memento to remind him of April and Andrew.

Comments
  • http://TomHicks Tom Hicks

    Compelling story. Thanks, Mr. Reilly for being a man with guts. The real problem with the current situation is there is a lack of that. In the end it is about people who are doers and not whiners. I shall remember you in my prayers.