The twinkling of an eye…

Sometimes, I think if I see one more story or advertisement about happy peppy people in the autumn of their years I will scream. Life isn’t like that for some, many, or maybe most seniors.

Former sister-in-law, Becky, and once upon a time good friend, perhaps even a best friend when I was in my teens, died this past week-end.  She was my age, in her early 70s and suffered with heart disease for a long time.  She is the last person to die in her family of origin. At one time, I knew all her family because they lived next door to my family.

Becky and I married brothers. Another friend Marie from my church married Becky’s brother. All the fellows served in the military during the Vietnam Era. Later, following episodes of infidelity, alcoholism and neglect, each couple divorced in turn.  Then we girls began to lose touch with each other.

I last spoke with Becky when I was in the hospital with a stroke, about nine years ago. She called to say hello and ask how I was doing.  She was that kind of person…always thoughtful of others. We exchanged Christmas cards for a few years after that.

I kept up with Becky though my daughter who is close to her only female cousin, Becky’s daughter Jackie.  Connie told me Becky was very ill, but believing because my HBP is mostly under control, that the heart disease is ‘not that serious’ I kept postponing a call to Becky. She collapsed and died in her daughter’s arms Sunday.  She was one of the best people I ever knew.

Below photos of Becky from her daughter’s FB page.

Becky (right) and her children. Photo posted by her daughter.

Becky (right) and her children, early 1980s

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My son Richard and Becky’s family. Becky in white, 1990s

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Becky and her husband, recent photo.

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16 thoughts on “The twinkling of an eye…

  1. I am so sorry for your loss. Becky was too young — although I am not sure what age is NOT.

    Old friends who have been through so much with us mean even more than those we meet later when our life is more stable.

    My Aunt who lived to 105 and was of sound mind (and reasonably sound body) until the last 6 months of it told me that “surviving everyone” was the hardest part of growing old. She said she was often sad, but never wanted to give up because she was curious about what would happen next (in whatever …. family, politics, the environment, her yard …. she had a lot of interests.)

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  2. I’m so sorry for your loss, Dianne. Becky was such a beautiful lady and a kind one. Although it was a terrible shock for her daughter, it was good that she didn’t suffer and she died in her daughter’s arms. I would like that for myself.

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  3. What a beautiful woman. We never know when we might lose someone. One of my blogging friends died suddenly in May. He was only 37.
    This post was a nice tribute to your friend.

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  4. So sorry for your loss. I think one reason so many seniors get depressed is that too many of their friends and family pass, and their social contacts shrink.

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  5. I like that you wrote about this, although the story is sad. Whenever I talked to my mom on the phone in her later years she would always list off all the people she knew who had died. Now I get where that was coming from. It always seems too soon, no matter when or who, with so many things left unfinished somehow.

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