Winnie Cook Cooper died. The phone call came today. Ivan Smith called, telling me she had gone,
just about a year after her husband.
It was Winnie that I was talking about last
night. It really shook me up, what
happened yesterday. I found myself looking
for the word to describe how I felt, but finally had to accept that I do not
have words to describe the feelings. I
do know that I was disturbed by the strangeness of the experience. I was frightened when I went to bed, although
I would not admit it.
In the night, I awoke with chilled feet,
even though they were covered with a cotton flannel sheet, a North Star wool
blanket, and my warm red robe. I woke up
Elsa & John around 3:00 a.m., not because I had to pay a visit to Lamb but
because I needed to assure myself that I could still stand. I feared that my circulation had
stopped.
I do not know how to explain this, but it
felt as if the aura around me was somehow unsettled. I was glad when morning light dawned.
I will miss Winnie a lot. Another of my compatriots gone on
before. I have known Winnie, who was 88,
since the early 1930s. My circle of
contemporaries continues to shrink, like my bones.
I wonder what it was about Winnie that drew
my spirit to hers as she was preparing to exit this world?
Have any of you had unusual experiences
with people so close to death? I find
myself wondering.
Love to all my dear friends & loved
ones - Gocky
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