So she is in the nursing home and I felt guilty but I also felt free. I was ashamed of how I was feeling because it made me look selfish. No one blamed me but I blamed myself for not being stronger.
So she was in there for a few months. Andre took advantage of that too. He would always go up there but he only did it to flirt with the workers and make himself look good. I sound horrible for saying that but you just have to know him.
It was April now and we went up there on her birthday, April 2, and spent some time with her. She seemed happy but her friend had started to notice a change in her appearance. She was starting to look swollen and pale.
At one point she had regressed back into that state of not knowing us and not talking. So finally she was sent to the hospital and was diagnosed with a UTI and MRSA. We were livid. Especially when the nurses told us that there were open sores on her bottom so raw they were bleeding. She had gotten severe bedsores do to poor care from the nursing home.. She was in the ICU and my husband was out of town when it happened. I called him and his friend actually drove to where he was picked him up and brought him to the hospital. It was a 6hr ride. The doctors told us the next 24-48hrs were critical. So about the 3rd day of the ICU and we were talking to nurses, I hated her doctor, and the senior nurse pulled me and my sister-in-law to the side and told us that she was dying. The doctor kept telling Connie she was getting better and was running tests that was so painful she was crying and yelling she wanted to die.
I understand what the doctor was trying to do but it was passing me off. He should have told her the truth instead of putting her in so much pain for nothing.
Eventually we were taken aside as a family and we all agreed that the best thing was to move her to a room and allow her to die without being in pain.
Sarah and I were there when they moved her and she was talking so we talked with her and everything. Then we left. Everyone came back the next day and she was in pain. So they basically gave her enough pain medicine and it put her to sleep, almost like a medically induced coma.
We were there all day everyday. Someone was in the room keeping her company. On her last day we all got there at like 4am because her pulse was so faint the nurses couldn't find it. The room was full and we were there all day. Her husband decided to pop in and said he couldn't stay long he had to get to church. We were all irritated but were fine with him not being there. Well Sarah and her fiancé took our niece home and they slept a couple hours got up and went to get something to eat. When they were about 20 mins from being there my husband and I left to go get something to eat. He was going to drop me off at home take a shower and head back up there. Right before he left Sarah's fiancé called me and said she was gone. And I broke down. I could barely get it out. My husband was so upset when I told him. He wanted to be there when she took her last breath. I called our pastor on the way out and couldn't talk I was only able to say she is gone. He knew it was me and came up to the hospital with us. We had all called Andre multiple times and he didn't answer. Her best friend, Debbie Sue, who also happens to be the land lady told us she would go and wake him. She banged and banged on his door and he didnt answer. She finally burst in the door. He was completely stunned and she was furious. She just yelled Connie died and walked back out the door.
He didn't even shed a tear neither did her brother. LJ didn't say anything. He just looked at the ground while we waited to go see her. Meanwhile we were letting out of town family know she was gone. I got in touch with her sister and she made told us to let her know when we have the funeral because she is coming.
It was devastating. We had been preparing ourselves for a week knowing it was coming but none of us were actually prepared. We all left about 12-1am. LJ's dad had came up there and left about the same time. His snotty wife wasn't to happy that he was just as upset as we all were about it.
I was so scared my husband was gonna blame me because she was in that horrible nursing home because of me. He said he didn't at all and I was extremely glad although that didn't help the guilt I harbored because of it.
She died on April 14th. We ended up having her memorial service the day before Easter.
I ended up being the one to give the Eulogy. Me and Sarah put everything together. Her sister was down and helped set up. Her sorry ass husband didn't even speak. He just sat there. Everyone was both in disbelief but we also weren't surprised. Once sorry always sorry.
Her service wasn't packed because most of her friends and family live in Virginia.
Rest in Peace Connie April 2, 1962- April 14th, 2019.
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