Sunday, August 7, 2011

Bloggers...and their followers...are a finicky bunch

Just thought I'd throw that out there.

And I thought I'd throw out there that my last blog was my 100th...that makes this the Dalmations.  But not really.  There's no crazy woman trying to make my blogs into a fur coat or anything, so all is well.

Anyhoo, just sitting around here this Sunday contemplating mortality.  Nothing is wrong with me, but yesterday I had to pronounce a patient of mine at her home. 

It got me thinking.

This was not a person I thought would impact me so badly when she passed.  Mostly because I thought she would hang on forever tormenting everyone.  But then I got to thinking.

I played the piano for her when she found out I was taking lessons.  She was the first person I played for besides my family.  I played her old out of tune piano out on her porch, and she clapped and told me I did great.

She always had a joke for my colleague to take home for her 9 year old son.  Nothing dirty, but funny.

Her next door neighbor's 11 year old daughter preferred hanging out with her on the weekends painting and doing crafts, rather than go out with girls her age.

Even though she didn't take care of herself, she cared about other people, and even though she was stubborn and manipulative, and demanding, for others, her heart was in the right place.

I guess I've realized that I'm actually going to miss her.

Remember, it's just a ride.

1 comment:

  1. I love people like this. They have such character. She sounds like a great woman, and it sounds like you were quite lucky to know her.