Losses

I've blogged about the ambulance sitch before.

Most of the time the people who go are folks I either don't know at all

or are simply acquaintances.

Most of the time they never come back.

I might find out from an overheard laundry room conversation

or I might see one of the office workers showing a newly vacant apartment.

Last week somebody I consider to be a friend left.

I saw them take her away.

She was awake and as feisty as ever.

I had spoken to her the day before.

Like most of us here, she talked about her fear of falling.

Sweet Carol.

She didn't fall.

She had a stroke.

A BAD stroke and is not expected to recover sufficiently to ever live by herself again.

Today I saw my friend Trish loaded up and driven away.

She saw me in my window and waved.

We had last talked two days ago

One of the topics was falling.

Now I'm going to call  her.

I hope it was just a fall.

Sweet Trish.