Bonnie lived with my lifting buddy, who was ChristianHusbandFather's wife before he passed away last New Year's Day. Bonnie had been having respiratory difficulties for the last two years or so and Thanksgiving morning, said she needed to go the ER. At 9:30 a.m., I read my friend's text from 8:30 a.m. which read "taking Bonnie to ER as soon as I can get her in the truck". I called at 9:45 and friend was hysterical; all I could understand was 'please come here'.
So, we went. Quickly. Ambulance, multiple EMT personnel all 'round; they said Bonnie was in the ambulance, she wasn't breathing on her own but she had a pulse. Becaaauuse ........... after my friend got her in the truck, stashed her walker in the back and ran to the driver side, Bonnie was unresponsive.
911 said "get her out of the truck, flat on the ground (gravel driveway) and do either 600 chest compressions or until the EMTs get there." Bonnie weighed 225 lbs., but my friend dragged her out (she credits our workouts for being able to do that), put her prone, and got to 200 compressions when the cavalry arrived, sort of stabilized her, and took off for the hospital.
Bonnie died while we were getting there.
We were shown to the body, saw, and then got the hell out; there is NO DIGNITY in death, I'll tell you.
Went home, stuffed the turkey, ever'body had some drinks, and made the rest of dinner.
It was a day.
The funeral service was yesterday.
Sorry for the gritty details. I had to unload it.