Wednesday's with Mary
You all remember my landlord right. This was her intoduction to the blog. This gave you a little more insight into her steez. This is her too. And this is yet another example of her love of leaving me notes.
Well, my dear landlord, whom I'm very fond of despite her old-lady steez, just got some terrible news.
Her sister, Stella, the woman that lives around the corner from. The one whose pool I have full access too...she died last weekend. Sucks, right? Stella had no legs for the past 10 years and Mary took care of her...yep, all 75-years of Mary...still on the caregiver tip.
I called to tell Mary that the water company told me we had a water leak and she dropped that news on me. horrible. they had the funeral Monday and theyre taking the body back to Ohio to bury it. Mary can;t make the trip because her doctor told her that her heart problems were too severe for her to weather a plane ride.
So, apparently, dear old Mary is on her way out soon, too. And it figures, because you can hear a numbness in the tone of her voice. Yeah, you could tell she was sad, but, for some old gal like Mary, she contemplates death every day, probably. not a stretch to think she dwells on it. That's what her life has become. As active as she tries to stay, she can't escape that inevitability.
"Vince, this stupid doctor told me I can;t do anything all day besides get up to go to the bathroom. Can you believe that, Honey? With all the things I have to do? All I do all day is sit in this stupid chair and think about all the things that aren't getting done. "
"Is there some running around I can do for you Mary? I can always handle something for you while I'm reporting."
"Oh thank you so much, Dear. But, no. I'm just gonna sit here and waste away like the doctor wants me to."
She's a game ol' chick, but old-age and the natural process can take its toll on even the most vibrant and self-sufficient seniors. I mean, I don;t even wanna get on what's happened to my grandma in the past 18 months. It's enough to make a 26-year-old get a little teary eyed.
Anyways...I know some of you have commented on how you feel like you know my landlord based on the previous posts. So, I just wanted to hit you with a little update.
She's trucking along, weathering the storm for who knows how much longer.
Well, my dear landlord, whom I'm very fond of despite her old-lady steez, just got some terrible news.
Her sister, Stella, the woman that lives around the corner from. The one whose pool I have full access too...she died last weekend. Sucks, right? Stella had no legs for the past 10 years and Mary took care of her...yep, all 75-years of Mary...still on the caregiver tip.
I called to tell Mary that the water company told me we had a water leak and she dropped that news on me. horrible. they had the funeral Monday and theyre taking the body back to Ohio to bury it. Mary can;t make the trip because her doctor told her that her heart problems were too severe for her to weather a plane ride.
So, apparently, dear old Mary is on her way out soon, too. And it figures, because you can hear a numbness in the tone of her voice. Yeah, you could tell she was sad, but, for some old gal like Mary, she contemplates death every day, probably. not a stretch to think she dwells on it. That's what her life has become. As active as she tries to stay, she can't escape that inevitability.
"Vince, this stupid doctor told me I can;t do anything all day besides get up to go to the bathroom. Can you believe that, Honey? With all the things I have to do? All I do all day is sit in this stupid chair and think about all the things that aren't getting done. "
"Is there some running around I can do for you Mary? I can always handle something for you while I'm reporting."
"Oh thank you so much, Dear. But, no. I'm just gonna sit here and waste away like the doctor wants me to."
She's a game ol' chick, but old-age and the natural process can take its toll on even the most vibrant and self-sufficient seniors. I mean, I don;t even wanna get on what's happened to my grandma in the past 18 months. It's enough to make a 26-year-old get a little teary eyed.
Anyways...I know some of you have commented on how you feel like you know my landlord based on the previous posts. So, I just wanted to hit you with a little update.
She's trucking along, weathering the storm for who knows how much longer.
posted by Twistinado @ 11:44 AM
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