Sigh...here lies Eunice. Wrapped up and dressed fancy. Wearing the wrinkles earned by her years and from her troubles. I would never have expected her to go like this. I knew she was popular and had her picture taken often, but I had no idea that it was
too often. Everyone knows it, few remember it, but Eunice reached the limit too soon. I remember that last photo. She was fragile, yes, but I thought she had a good 5-10 careful years left in her. Even assisted, she could enjoy a certain quality of life. The surprise on her face was heartrending. We were leaving dinner, leaving the restaurant more precisely, when out of the corner of my eye I see that bulb flash. I was careless about it until I felt Eunice, who's arm was wrapped in mine at the moment, buckle and seek the floor with steady aim. Her eyes were still open when she hit, and I could see the impact of the flash in them. It slowly receded into the back of her visual mechanism and her eyes gently closed. She took steady, ever deeper, ever weaker breaths. Gathering strength, she asked,
"Who was it?"
"It was Ingrid," I said.
"Good," said Eunice, "It will be nice for her children."
And how simply a life ends! Her counter had spun down, there was no way to stop it. I don't know how many pictures she had been able to stand. Only the individual knows their own number.
So, here, with matching clothes on, we will walk for a bit. You'll remember her through what I can detail. Later I will show you what she looked like.
