The news is not good. Betty, our wonderful neighbor died. She was still so young, only 59 years old. We just can’t believe it. She died in her sleep which is, thankfully, such an easy death yet so hard for the ones who are left behind. She and Roy had been married for 41 years and were totally nuts about each other. They never had children.
Long after we went back to bed, the coroner arrived along with several of our small town police officers. After everyone left, the police stayed with Roy until some relatives were able to be with him. He said they were amazing, stayed almost three hours and will never forget their kindness.
We spoke with Roy who was feeling very guilty that he had not helped her and felt that he could have “saved” her. The coroner was kind enough to tell him that if he had been sitting right next to her, he could not have revived her. She had PAD so they think she died of a blood clot – like Sherman’s wife.
The neighbors are beginning to rally. We will set up a food tree for Roy after all the relatives leave. When my dad was in ICU for a month before he died, a neighbor made a basket for us, which included a Honey-Baked Ham, bread for sandwiches and side dishes. It saved us. I vowed to remember their thoughtfulness and pass it along to others in need.
The services for Betty are next Friday. This will be the fourth funeral we have attended this year. So sad.
In other news: Michael’s twin’s wife is the half sister to two other women. Go ahead and read that again. Okay, the youngest sister had autism with other issues and was living in a group home. At 3:00AM on Easter Sunday, they were called to the hospital because this woman was complaining of a sore stomach. During surgery, it appeared that she had bled out and she died. She was 52-years old.
Their mother had been diagnosis with mid-to-late stage Alzheimer’s and the disease has been progressing rapidly. The two remaining half-sisters do not get along at all. There is a huge power struggle to control their mother and her money. It is very ugly and it is a fight to the death.
I had met the woman who died twice – the twin’s wedding and bridal shower - and really have no connection to her or her family. Neither of us attended the services. It was still very sad.
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