I went to a funeral Tuesday…
Dick, Richard was my sister in law’s father… Old, Irish Catholic San Franciscan… World War 2 vet, a tail gunner in B-24’s… A nice guy.
He fell, breaking his shoulder, then his kidneys failed, and he died within a week.
Last Friday Tina’s mom, Annette fell… Twice… The first time she hit her head, cutting it… Everyone who saw the apartment and her was impressed by the amount of blood… then went outside to get help… She couldn’t remember how to dial the phone, and forgot she was wearing a Medalert device… When she went outside she fell again and broke her hip.
This morning we got a call at 4:00 am… 4:00 am calls are never good. It was our daughter… She lives in Maryland, where it is 7:00 am… Sig, Tina’s brother had called them (she lives with a cousin, it’s all about family)… Sig was being nice and had not yet called us… (Sleep being important, especially for Tina)
Annette had died…
Now Tina is arranging flights to Tuscon…
Tina had reservations to go in a couple of weeks… One sister was on the way, a brother was planning on going this weekend… Now everyone will go now…
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