Wednesday, February 18, 2009
It's Later Than You Think
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Originally uploaded by Tokyorosa I was supposed to take Ellen to her therapist appointment today, but when I arrived at 2:00 to pick her up, she was laying in bed, filled to the gills with painkillers, at the outermost edge of consciousness. I greeted her and then went to say hello to Ruth. Ruth said, "I guess you didn't get my message."
I talked with Ruth for a few minutes. I thought before that Ellen might have a few weeks left, but that assessment was far, far too optimistic. Now Ruth is hoping that Ellen will hold on until Saturday, when her sister is coming from Washington. Ellen's father will be here tomorrow. Ruth says she doesn't want him in the house when Ellen dies, but I didn't ask why. Nor did I ask about Ellen's mother.
Instead I went and sat at Ellen's side for awhile. She was just barely conscious when I came in and I told her that she didn't have to entertain me, that I would just entertain myself by jumping on the bed. She managed a doped-up grin. I held her hand. One of the cats settled on my lap. And we just sat.
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This is so sad. I'm so sorry. She sounds like an amazing lady.
I'm really horrible with knowing what to say in times like these. Always afraid of saying the wrong thing. Then often not saying anything and find that's worse then anything. : (
Sigh, why do good people have to die too soon and the horrible old evil ones walk this earth to age 150 it seems.
Anyway, I just wanted to say, I am so sorry. And you have been a good friend by visiting her and stuff, a good good friend. You are loyal. I see that.
Thanks, Gina. I really appreciate that. I think you're right about how soon good people disappear from our lives.
Ugh. I'm all choked up now and can't think of what to say. Just that I'm going to miss my friend. I guess I miss her already.
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