Goodbye Miss H.

I lost my friend, an old client of mine, Miss H. I've written about her in this blog before, I believe one of the posts was entitled Miss H if you'd like to look it up.

I hadn't spoken to her in a few months and when I didn't hear from her on my birthday, I found it odd. She always called on my birthday and while she could be a bit "foggy" about certain things, this woman remembered dates like noone I've ever met. Her birthday is six days after mine and we'd discussed going out to lunch to celebrate together so I called her to set a date. There was no answer when I called, so I tried her cell...disconnected. I tried the house again and it just rang and rang. I continued to let it ring, hoping I would hear her voice on the answering machine message that assured there was no problem too great for God before prompting you to leave your name and number, but nothing.

I didn't have a good feeling but thought perhaps she was back in the hospital, something that happened on a regular basis when I was with her. I tried again a few days later but got the same. I tried to convince myself that maybe she'd finally given in to her family's desire to have her move back home to Florida. She would tell me, "I love my family, but I love them more from Connecticut!"

Well, I ran into an old classmate of mine while grocery shopping the other day who lived in the same building as Miss H and before I could even ask she said, "I couldn't believe about Miss H's passing, I didn't realize she was that sick". I felt a lump forming in my throat, you know, the lump that comes when you want to cry but hold it back? I asked for details and all she knew was that someone had found her in her apartment, an apparent heart attack. I paid for my groceries, and as I walked out into the parking lot, the tears started streaming.

Miss H had more health issues than I could list right now and the list of medications she would bring to the weekly doctor appointments I would accompany her to was astonishing to me. I didn't know how anyone could be taking that much medication and still walk and talk! In reality, it's not surprising that she has passed. She knew she wasn't going to live to be old and gray. I know that it was the medication that kept her alive as long as it did. That and her iron will.

As I look back on our time together and remember all the fun we had and the closeness we developed, I can only pray that I can add that to her long list of medications. I hope that the love I felt for a woman, who didn't have alot of that in her life, contributed to her time on this earth.

I'll miss you Miss H, I'm glad you're back home with your family in Florida and every year when our birthdays roll around, I'll be thinking of you.

Today I'll end this blog the way Miss H would end every conversation...

Have a blessed day,
Carrie