Have you ever made friends with someone by accident?
I was a young secretary sharing an office with another young secretary, Alyson. Our supervisors had just returned from a meeting with people whose names I couldn’t remember at that moment. Just as I asked “Did you get to see the lady?” In walked Paula, another secretary. A big smile broke out on her face, and she said “oh, gosh, yes!” And proceeded to tell us all about seeing Lena Horne, a famous Broadway singer, perform in concert. When she concluded, I said something like “that’s great” or “glad you liked it.”
After Paula exited the room, Alyson looked at me and said, “you weren’t talking to her, were you?” No, I wasn’t. And I’m pretty sure I never told that to Paula in the years since.
Although I sort of knew her because she sat in the office next door, Paula was about 10 years older than me and socialized with other employees with whom she had worked longer. She seemed nice enough but I hadn’t had a real conversation with her. But after that day we chatted regularly and one weekend she surprised us by showing up at a Star Trek convention I had mentioned that a couple of us were going to attend. (Yes, I went to Star Trek conventions. A lot of them. I am a total nerd. So there.)
After that came more Star Trek conventions, craft fairs (like the Harvest Festival and a teddy bear show – Paula loved teddy bears), movies, lunches, concerts, a sheep/lamb festival one year in Dixon, CA, and shopping. She loved shopping. I even got her to go to hockey games with me.
Over the years, she became a great friend. The kind of friend I could ask to drive me to/from my colonoscopy appointment, and even rides to the airport. I still remember the day she picked me up after my delayed flight home from Antarctica. I did not know if my beloved calico cat Turtle would still be alive because she had suffered kidney failure while I was away and I asked my friends to not tell me if she had died in the middle of my vacation. But I could barely bring myself to get out of Paula’s car, and burst into tears. Paula couldn’t think of anything to say, but I saw tears in her eyes as I finally got out. Fortunately, Turtle awaited me underneath my desk. I excitedly called Paula and left her a message that went something like “she’s alive! She’s still alive!” Paula later told me she cried all the way home, and again at home (joyful tears) after she got my message.
But now it’s time for tears for Paula. I had left her messages in June/July to see if she’d like to go see the new Indiana Jones movie, but not received an answer. That wasn’t too out of the ordinary – she liked her retired life of leisure and didn’t always return calls or emails right away. Then early one Saturday morning, I got a call from her brother. Paula had suffered a massive stroke and hadn’t been found for a couple days. She was still alive but, as one of the nurses described, multiple areas of her brain had died from lack of blood flow.
For a time, it seemed that she would partially recover and move into an assisted living facility. There were glimmers of her personality (like her “Howdy!” greeting) and pieces of memories surfaced here and there (she couldn’t remember my name, but she remembered the street I live on). But her brain couldn’t cope with the damage, couldn’t repair itself. She began to slip away, little by little, until all that any of us could do was sit by her bedside and talk to her. (The hospice facility said she had the most visitors of any of their patients.) The last time I saw her, just a couple days before she died, she wouldn’t wake up for me, but when I pulled out my phone and played some Neil Diamond music, she turned her face toward me. Her eyes didn’t open but her face looked relaxed. I hope she enjoyed that brief visit to our past.
Her memorial service is next weekend. I’ve been gathering photos to share, and sorting through mementos like the birthday cards she sent to my cats, and all the Christmas cards she sent me. I miss the Christmas card I know she would’ve sent me this year. I miss the stickers and stamps she always decorated cards and envelopes with. My Christmas cards? I ordered them before she passed. Now I have one left over.