Last night, I was reading when I heard the old lady next door’s, BJ’s, car start. I didn’t think anything of it because she always came and went whenever.
This morning, I saw that my mailbox was open. Inside was a plastic bag with strange contents; girdles, panties, a change purse with a bunch of rings, and an Avon box with brand new jewelry in it.
I thought this was a weird thing. BJ always left things in my mailbox for me. Sometimes they were weird, but never this weird. I just figured that she just wanted to give me some stuff. I didn’t really look that closely.
I went to work and everything was normal.
I came home and saw two men in suits getting into cars parked in front of my house. I thought this was strange. When I pulled over to wait for them to leave, one of the men asked me if I lived there. I said yes and couldn’t shake the ‘something is wrong’ feeling.
I notice that another neighbor’s, Mark’s, truck is parked in her driveway. This isn’t unusual, but I still had an uneasy feeling. I got upstairs and called her house. Mark answered.
There was definitely something wrong.
I asked to speak with BJ and he had he unfortunate task of telling me that she ‘did herself in’ last night.
“What?”
“She killed herself last night?”
“What?”
“I’m sorry o be the one to tell you.”
“How?”
“She shot herself.”
“What?”
“She got everything in order yesterday, put all of the paperwork, will…everything in order, put her cats in the carrier, drove to a cemetary that was build on the land her grandfather owned (where she grew up), shot the cats, and then shot herself twice in the chest.”
“Oh my god.”
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. Something in my mind cracked. It’s still cracked.
BJ was one of my best friends. I loved her. When I was down and out, she helped me like her long lost granddaughter. We looked after each other. She drove me crazy and was stubborn and annoying, but I wouldn’t have had in any other way.
The fact that she felt so distraught that she had to end it all, it kills me.
What was she distraught about? Money. She lost everything in the Nigerian scam and instead of coming to us, she ended it. She even sent an email to those crooks telling them that by the time they read her email, she would be dead. She was about $200,000 in debt.
The fact that she shot the cats is even more disturbing, as she didn’t have children and they were her babies. She would beat your ass is you looked at them wrong. I can’t imagine how broken she must have been to take a gun and shoot her babies, and then after that shoot herself. Maybe she was afraid that nobody would have taken care of them. I don’t know. I just keep thinking about her doing that. It’s so upsetting.
But, she ended it on her own terms and she took her babies with her.
She left two notes for Mark. She left the underpants (which from the look of them were given to me because she didn’t want people going through them) and jewelry for me.
That’s all that we know of.
She was 78 years old and it breaks my heart that she let money destroy her. Money is just money. It doesn’t really mean anything. In the big picture, it doesn’t mean anything.
And yet, it destroyed one of the strongest people I know.
I am so heart broken and sad. I wish I was magic. I wish I controlled time. I wish I could go and heal her.
I’m so sick of death.
Somebody come and hold me.
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