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.