How sad. No one called on her for two years! She must have been very isolated or the smell would have gotten someone’s attention.
Poor Nonna.
That’s what those lockdowns did.
A 50-something homeless man I tried to help for about 8 years was found in a house a friend found for him in our city sitting at his kitchen table. He had been dead for days. He’d been in the house for a couple months - finally a home.
He had suffered a great deal for many years and had a long list of ailments, some the doctors could not diagnose. A wonderful man, great sense of humor, who would often give his last dollar to another homeless person. A strong Christian, hungry to know his Lord better.
We who knew and supported him felt the Lord said, “Jerry - you’ve suffered enough! Come on home!”
Oh my, that is so very sad.
My life long best friend was found down 5 months ago. He died alone and once he was found, his body had begun to stink.
I have wept much over this truth. It hurts me inside.
It is sad stuff, and indeed I am chagrined. I cannot do anything about it. I cannot clear up our differences. I just deal with it.
Life sucks.
On the bright side, she did get to remain at home. And even got to sit up well past bed time.
That’s happening quite often.
I knew a guy, who was found in sofa, watching TV for like a week or two.
Loner.
But had a dog, which made ruckus, which finally made some neighbors interested.
Without the dog, who knows how long would he be sitting there?!
Bill Clinton would.
So sad, RIP.
A real-life Eleanor Rigby.