Early on, Andrew would tell me things. Like Karen used to open a can of soda, drink only a few sips and leave the rest somewhere to get warm. So then, every fricking time I left a can of soda on the counter (or in the car or in the garage or on my desk) I realized that Andrew thought I was irresponsible…like Karen.
Or he might have mentioned, in passing, that she made some fabulous dish. And then, when I make lasagna that wiggles in the dish, I feel inferior. Or I’d hear that she was spontaneous and full of life. And secretly, I worried that he didn’t think I was all that.
One day, early on, he showed me a huge framed drawing that she had done. It was extremely odd, but technically amazing. Hard not to let my insecurities sneak out. And I heard that she was fun at parties. Okay, so am I. So that’s fine.
Anyway, he loved her. And the marriage exploded early on and didn’t last. He was young and had dreams and he was crushed.
Fortunately, he got up and got on with his life. He got his MBA from a fancy, schmancy school and then moved back east. Where, after a few years, he met me.
Today, he googled her. Why?
Why not. Who knows. He just did.
And he found out that she died on August 28th. Died.
The article said that she had a burst brain aneurysm several years ago, followed by a stroke in surgery. Her movement was restricted and (this part is especially sad, since she was an artist) her vision was impaired. She spent her last years in wheelchairs and rehab facilities.
A week or two before she died, she was diagnosed with cancer. Evidently, because of her other symptoms, it was undetected for some time.
The article mentions a brief marriage (that’s be my hub) and talks about her talent and her humor. I hate to say it, but she sounded like someone I’d like.
And I can say for sure, after reading the article in the St. Petersburg Times, that she was loved and will be missed.
Truth be told, I think even Andrew will miss her – even though they hadn’t spoken in nearly 20 years.