Got a phone call about an hour ago from the man who was informally acting as her caregiver. She had been in very poor health, largely due to alcohol abuse. I had a history of trying to help her, but in the past month she had been going downhill and would not take my calls. I am told she rejected help from everybody, not just me.
She was only 43. She leaves three children.
This was the daughter of my sister, who committed suicide last February. What a messed up family this is. I am dreading the phone calls I have to make in a little while once the sun has risen.
I cannot help but observe that efforts to help her were similar to efforts some people here at WP make to help the chronically afflicted. After expending quite a bit of energy, you recognize that your efforts are wasted and nothing you can do makes a difference. This may result in anger, or self-recrimination. In my case, I'm experiencing resignation and acceptance.
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