Baby

Baby

Betty Lou Corey came to live with her son and daughter-in-law in 1992. She recently had a heart attack, which made her extremely ill and unfit to live by herself. Slowly but surely she regained her health and continued to live with her children at 4964 Rutherford Dr. Until the day she died in the past current months. Baby, soon became her nickname once I came to live in the house with my grandparents, I could not properly pronounce Betty and began to call her the same thing as her dog, Baby . The past year has been one of the hardest things that I will ever face. Baby has made such a lasting and positive impact in my life, I and truly grateful and miss her terribly.

In her final year you could slowly see her health decline. She lost nearly a hundred pounds, although she was overweight to begin with It was an unhealthy loss,  she began to use oxygen and could not walk by herself because she did not have any balance.  My grandparents and my days soon began to primarily help her and get her situated.  Before I went school i would help her shower, and get her dressed and fed. At the time it seemed like such a pain because it was taking time out of my day, but if I could go back and do it again, just for one day, to hear her chuckle and to see grin with delight and tell her how much I love her I would kill to have it.

Baby passes away on November 15 because of a lung infection due to pneumonia.  It eventually ending up spreading to the rest of her body causing her kidney, liver, and lungs to shut down.  I don't believe her passing is what hurt me but but rather the fact that  only visited her once in her week and a half stay in the hospital.  I was  concerned with the basketball games and going to visit my friend olivia. I never dealt with death first hand like this before and I deeply regret not handling it differently.