Friday, May 26, 2017
My neighbor Totoro died last night.
Her son told me in a text as I was driving to the gym on my lunch break.
I was already feeling like shit because I had slept poorly all night. My bed was a wreck, with sheets askew, and pillows strewn everywhere. I woke one of the times with a migraine. I rolled over to the side and got an Excedrin from the nightstand.
About 20 minutes later, I rolled to the other side and got a triptan from that nightstand. Yes, I do have meds and water on both sides. Sometimes it hurts too much to make it ALL the way to the other side.
I managed to get the pain down to a dull roar and decided a light gym workout might do me good.
Up until I got the text telling me that my friend had died. I read it at a red-light. And started crying as the light changed to green.
I know that she lived well into her 90s and had a long, full life. But she was sweet and fun, and I liked being able to walk next door to visit with her. She wasn't as happy towards the end. She was miserable and in pain, with little hope of ever getting better.
Death is usually for the best by then, but it still hurts to know I'll never talk with her again.