Becky passed away Saturday evening.
I was making my dinner, and my roommate Diane was on her way to take her shower when she got an impression to check up on Becky. She was found lying facedown on the floor between her bed and the closet, with the closet door on her head. Diane hollered to me, I went in and tried to rouse her; no response. Diane called 911, and you know how they ask a lot of questions. I hollered loud enough to be heard in the background, "TELL THEM TO GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!!" The paramedics came, went in, and came out a couple minutes later, telling C.J. and Diane to sit down, there was bad news. Diane started screaming NO, NO, NO, DON'T SAY THAT. Becky was gone.
Diane had been the last person to see her alive.
Then the cops came, asked lots of questions, and then finally the coroner came and asked more questions. She said it looked like Becky had gone so suddenly, she didn't know what happened. The paramedics said basically the same thing.
When the coroner's van arrived, the coroner tactfully said we could look away now, so we took the hint and went into our bedroom and closed the door while they carried Becky's body out.
Becky has her parents, a sister, a brother and one of her two daughters who live her in California, along with a couple of grandkids. Her other sister lives in Florida. The actual reason Becky's phone didn't take her daughter's calls, leading to the police doing a welfare check on her, was that she actually hadn't paid the bill. Becky used to eat really high fat foods--she could go through a stick of real butter in two days, and we'd seen her fry up a whole pound of bacon and eat it all in one sitting. But lately she was only drinking water and eating popsicles. The sudden change might've thrown her body chemistry off so much as to be fatal. She was on blood thinners--hence the easy bruising--as well as asthma meds.
Pray for her family.
Also, Becky had been paying for our satellite TV service, and we're in the middle of a two-year contract.
The coroner said she'd try to expedite everything, so Becky's family could come and get her stuff, including her car, and so we could clean the room and prepare it for two new roommates. The room is currently locked and sealed by the coroner.
I was starting to think of getting her something nice for Christmas. Since she had problems getting her socks on and off, I was thinking along the lines of a sock puller, plus a foot brush so she could put lotion on her feet. I was trying to get her a new, bigger bed because she said she acts out her dreams in her sleep, and her bed was like a double. We recently had a queen size bed donated to our Life Center at church, and she was looking forward to getting that.
Becky would've been 62 in September.