Next
time I'll know better.
The
call was received on Thursday morning before Memorial Day. Stella had died
unexpectedly and I was being summoned to AZ, all the way from Georgia I might
add, right now. So much for my holiday plans.
Upon
arrival in AZ I quickly remember why I moved from here. I was met at the
airport by Stellas' neighbor and was given a quick rundown of the situation. It
looks like it may be a bit messier than I originally thought. Why oh why did I
agree to do this. Why oh why didn't I stay in touch. Why oh why on
a thousand other thoughts.
As
we pull into her home, I notice that it’s not a well kept as I remember it last
time. When was that, 3 maybe 4 years
ago? Did she mention she was having trouble
keeping up? I can’t remember.
Stepping
through the front door, I almost back out and run away, straight back to the
airport to catch the first flight that’s heading even remotely close to
Georgia. After a few brief seconds, my
guilt takes over and I move forward. How
did this happen? When did she acquire so
much stuff? What am I going to do with
it all? WHEN am I going to do it? HOW do I do it? WHERE do I start? At least she didn’t have any animals, at
least I hope not. I think I need a drink. Maybe later and definitely not here.
As
I sit with the neighbor he gently explains what the last few weeks have been
like and what Stella was like right before she died. I think it was his way of comforting me and
giving me strength to do what had to be done.
After some time and a myriad of questions, I thank him for his time and
usher him out of Stella’s home. I
promptly sit and cry. Why did I agree to
be her personal representative? I didn’t
even know her anymore.
Stay
tuned for more……
