I'm calling her a nurse, because even though she was 78 years old, she was still a nurse at heart. And what a great big heart she had! She helped to look after many of the people in her senior's apartment building, and in recent years, had done several mission trips to Haiti, and one to a children's orphanage in Mexico. She was talking of visiting Haiti yet again, despite the political instability. Earlier this year, she went to Montreal, where she helped to cook food for a mission downtown, lugging heavy trays and bowls up and down the stairs.
She was very hard of hearing, and when I first met her, we were both doing volunteer teleophone counselling at 100 Huntley St. As I also wear hearing aids, we naturally got to talking about the difficulties of being hearing impaired, and our friendship grew from there. She stood by me as I went through nursing college, and took my first steps in the profession.
Last Tuesday, she was crossing the road, and a car came around the corner and hit her. She suffered severe head injuries. She was taking coumadin for atrial fibrillation, and they could not get the bleeding stopped.
Somehow, I managed to miss the phone call from another friend (also a retired nurse) informing me of her death. I just found out today, and the funeral was yesterday. I am so burned out with everything else going on in my life now, I almost feel a sense of relief that I don't have to go through the emotional upheaval of a funeral. Instead, I'll say goodbye to her here, and in my own good time, in the days to come.
I will miss her dearly.