My (close to 100 years old) neighbor Rosalie, was taken out in an ambulance a few weeks ago. It has become a common occurrence, sad none the less. I don’t think she is going to come home this time.
I had only had a few conversations with her. One of the first times I talked to her was probably close to 10 years ago when we first moved into our house. I was out side, sitting on our porch smoking when she came to the fence and said “do you want to check out my garden?”
Of course I said yes and walked over. I made it to the door of her greenhouse when I collapsed and had a seizure. When I came to she was standing there with orange juice. She was a nurse, and thought I was probably diabetic.
Luckily, that was the last seizure I have ever had.
I had talked briefly to her, and she said how she was still working as a teaching nurse, teaching women from Africa about nursing. At 92 she was still working! She talked about her garden, her flowers and plants.
Today, when I was about to leave I noticed her trash was already out on the sidewalk. Someone had begun to throw out her plants.
I’m not into plants. I have overgrown grass and not much landscaping in my yard. Seeing this plant in the trash hurt my heart. I don’t even know what kind of plant it is, but it is beautiful. Luckily my sister likes plants, so I called her and she just picked it up a few hours ago. We will see how it adjusts to its new home.