I used to have a neighbor, S. She lived in my building and used to have a cute little terrier. She was a retired teacher, drove a beautiful BMW and used to travel all over the place. As a lifelong singleton, she became friends with another neighbor she had a best friend in the building. If you saw one of them, you saw the other. S was intelligent with a sharp wit and zest for life.
About two years ago, her friend retired and moved to Phoenix. Not long after that, her dog died. Then she got hit by a car. Now, this wasn’t a bad accident as far as accidents go: the car somehow took a turn too tight and grazed her thigh. S did not require a hospital stay, but still, women in her late sixties…it was a lot of stuff in a short period of time.
Her health did seem to get worse after the car accident. All of a sudden other ailments started to pop up. After never having health issues her entire life, she now seemed to face colds and aches and such weekly.
She decided that now would be a great time to move to Florida. Her best friend was gone. Her dog was done. She really had no family in the area. Plus, it’s cold in New York half of the year.
Just as she was getting ready to list her apartment on the market, she developed pneumonia. It was a bad case: she was hospitalized and later had to move in to a rehab facility.
After a few months she returned to our building, this time with a walker. It was shocking to be to see how quickly her health had deteriorated. She had been robust and now she wasn’t.
Again she set to the task of actually selling her place and moving to Florida. Which she did. About six months ago, she flew down.
She rented a place until she found something she liked. One of my neighbors was in touch with her and she was not loving Florida so much. Her two friends in the area (the reason why she had chosen this town) both died within her first few months there.
She was alone, in a city she didn’t know, not in great condition, trying to start over.
She did find an apartment to buy, but then Corona came calling. She wasn’t able to close on her new apartment and move.
Finally, two weeks ago she closed!
Three days later she had a heart attack and passed.
I mourn her because she was such a nice person, warm hearted and funny and smart and I will remember her fondly. She loved my dog and I’d like to think that they’re somewhere playing.
Enjoy today. You really don’t know what will happen tomorrow.