Ever since I’ve lived here, I’ve really only known one of my neighbors, a little old lady by the name of Donna. A fiesty old gal who was always doing something. She slowed down a bit a year or so ago, when she was diagnosed with cancer and had to start taking chemo, but she still kept going. Right before I left for my mother’s on the 23rd, I saw a couple of cars in front of Donna’s place, and thought that it might be a bit odd, but figured she was having family visit her. When I came home a few days later, there weren’t any cars at Donna’s place, and I assumed she’d gone to visit her family. Today, as I was leaving to go to the store, I saw a Suburban and a full size pick up parked in her front yard. I decided to go over and investigate since I knew Donna hadn’t been feeling well.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by her brother, sister, and one of her nephew’s. They had taken Donna to stay with them over Christmas and Donna had passed away Christmas Eve. They said that she was fine, almost right up until the end. Bright, alert, and not feeling bad at all. She did have a moment where she said she didn’t know if she’d make it back home, but that was pretty much it. Went to bed not feeling well, and just never woke up.
Such a shame. I would have liked to have learned more about her ex-husband who stole beer mugs from bars.