This is my friend Alfreda and her dog Oso and the yams she grew in her garden. This was taken two years before her younger brothers died and later her husband. This week her oldest adult son at the age of just 44 died at home, alone with his two dogs. He was ill and no one knew. He was retired Navy, did not feel well, went to the ER came home and then died.His ex-wife called and called with no response. His younger brother and sister went to his house and found him. This has torn the heart of out this wonderful woman I know. She cleans houses for a living, grows her own vegetables and takes care of anyone who needs it. She is very religious, of a kind heart, and has the strength of 100 women her age. We got the call from an out of state friend to go to her and be with her. I had just come in from working my own farm. I drove light speed to her house and was the first to hug her. We cried and talked. Soon others began to call and show up as well. I could she her shock. She was planning to moving in with that son. She feels guilty for not doing so, that she could have saved him. But I know that is not why. God spared her being at the death of another loved one. She was there for the deaths of her brothers and husband. This time she was spared. Her youngest son is taking care of everything for her. Her deceased son will be cremated and placed next to his veteran father in a Veterans Cemetery here in the Ozarks. But this happy full of life woman will have another death to morn and loved one to miss. I do not envy her life but I admire her spirit and faith. I am so glad to be a part of her life, even in the hard parts.
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