Carol called me around 7 this morning and gave
me the bad news that Lou had died. I could hardly believe it! She had gone to the hospital by ambulance (called for one herself), and our local hospital transferred her to Jonesboro. She was in a room (yesterday I sent her an "e-Well card" - do they deliver them to the family if something happens?) and then in ICU by yesterday evening. Jean had told me she was on oxygen by mouth and nose. She'd got pneumonia.Lou had a terrible cough she couldn't get rid of. It scares me to think sometime that mine will turn into something like that. She was 80.
I met her through Teri - she lived across the street from Teri. She was such fun - so lively and you'd never think she was 80. She had a little dog Tiny, and poor thing had to be put down last fall. It had been a while since I'd stopped over there. In fact, I thought about it last week when I took Richard's W-2 to him, but her door was closed, and it was cold. I didn't want to bother her. Jean had seen her this week, and she and Carol had intended to go to Jboro today to visit.
She came with Jean to Richard's retirement reception. She was one of Tara's hostesses for her baby shower - she really wanted to help with that even though we already had 20 hostesses! And she came - she wasn't able to do much and would get out of breath and had to sit most of the time. I sat beside her for a little while at her insistence, "Sit down." "I can't," I said. Then I did - sure, I could sit down, and I'm glad I did. Not too long ago I'd stopped by and she wasn't eating well and I was going to the grocery, so I got her some Ensure. Two or three times I had taken small boxes of cookies by for her. She was thrilled even though they came from Dollar Tree. Why don't we stop to see someone when we are prompted? Too in a hurry, too cold...
In the picture, from left, me, Lou, Jean, Carol. And that's the last time I saw her - on January 13.
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