By Kay Heitsch
Bea was an interesting person. Having been with her for six years, I have learned a great deal.
Bea
loved to call companies on the phone to complain. I got a kick out of all the free stuff she managed to receive.
When we went shopping, she had no problem going to the service desk and demanding to speak with the store manager. Once, we actually had security follow us around.
Bea's Will was a constant point of her conversation. I couldn't quite figure out why she talked about it so often. I wondered if she had some crazy idea that I was after her money. Because of that, I tried to make sure I clipped enough coupons, etc, so she never even paid me the $15.00 a day.
I drove Bea to the bank and lawyers' offices often. When I did, I never went inside the offices with her. I either sat in her car or the lobby. I wanted to make sure she could see I wasn't being nosey.
When Bea's sister died, I went into the funeral home only for moral support while she took care of business there.
The last day I was with Bea was at night. I had been over to the cemetery that day, putting Todd's winter decorations on. I was tired both physically and emotionally. It had been a long day.
After I was home for a while, Bea called. She said she needed to go to the ER. This wasn't anything unusual. I had taken Bea to the ER at night several times.
When I arrived at Bea's house, she was actually sitting out in the driveway in the dark. I thought that was very weird! Also, she didn't want me to drive her old white Cadillac. She wanted me to drive my car.
Once she was in my car, I ran inside her house, grabbed a key from the counter, and locked her back door before closing the garage door. Big mistake!
As I was driving out of Bea's neighborhood, she yelled for me to stop! It freaked me out, but I did stop! Immediately, she opened the door and threw up.
We arrived at the ER, where they eventually put Bea in a room and did some tests. I waited with her until they said Bea would be admitted. It was after midnight, and Bea told me I should go home.
Bea got up off the bed in the ER and walked me to the door. I gave her a hug, and her last words were, "Kay, you will get your reward in heaven!"
I drove back to Bea's house to put her purse inside. However, the key that I took from the counter did not open any door. I was in a panic, but it was late.
When I got into bed, I got on FB because I loved seeing comments about Todd's grave. I thought it would help me to relax. However, someone posted something negative, and it broke my heart. This had been a long day.
Be careful what you post. You have no idea what a person has been going through.
I called Bea's brother, and he said he had a key. Praise the Lord!
I went back to the hospital to see Bea, but she was totally out. The nurse asked me not to wake her up because she was a handful! I bet she was!
Bea died a couple of days later, right around Christmas, just like Lucille.
Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2
