More Death

I haven't posted in a few days. It's been very crazy around here.

Next door to us is a large 1950's ranch home. A sweet elderly lady has lived there for decades (it might have been her & her husband's first home for all I know.) Her husband died about 5 years ago, shortly after we moved into our large house next year.

She was nice but kept to herself. I should have made more of an effort to befriend her, I think. We both could have used the company, and her kids live out of state and rarely visited.

She committed suicide last week. She was found dead in her garage, apparently she let the car run with the doors closed. Not sure who finally found her, but I hear it had been a couple days.

Poor lady. I really hope I don't end up like that someday. Alone. So alone I'd take my own life. It's very sad.

I told Brooks she died in her sleep. I didn't want him feeling bad and asking questions about suicide. When I told Gibson later he didn't act as upset as I would have liked. Men!

He said That's too bad and then went on with his day. I can't stop thinking about her thought.

I really feel bad that I didn't make more of an effort. And I'm so sick and tired of death.