Blog Posted:6/8/2012 6:20:00 PM
As I wrote in an earlier blog, I have not been around much this week because of a garden club convention I am heavily involved in. We had 138 people register and the events were going off well as planned, until disaster.
We started off with a banquet on Tuesday evening followed by a program of local singers and our star of the evening Was Graham Kerr (The Galloping Gourmet) speaking. That was fine but it lasted until ten pm and I knew I had to be be back again at 7 am.
There were events all day Wednesday . At 6 pm I was still at the registration but was closing up as the dinner hour had arrived. The folks were gathered around me, waiting for the doors to open for dinner and program. Some were still sitting on the couches conversing. Suddenly someone was frantically calling for 911 and I went to see who was in trouble. I was horrified to find my friend and the president of my little club, slumped over on the couch. I patted her cheeks and called to her but got no response. Then someone started cpr and kept it up until the medics arrived. I sat frozen as they tried to get her heart going. I guess I was crying because the ladies started circling around me so that I couldn't see what they were doing and then after she was taken in the ambulance they wouldn't let me get in the car and follow or to go home. I had to call my daughter to come and get me. It was such a shock to see someone perfectly happy and alive one moment and gone the next. Yes, she was dead on arrival at the hospital. I spent my evening calling members of our club and I begged off for a few hours the next morning but went back for the noon meal and program as I was chairman for the children's poetry and they were to be given their awards at that time. The day's activities stretched to ten oclock in the evening again on Thursday and this morning Friday I had to be back at my post at 7 am. I had to give the credentials report so again could not beg off. It is over now and after my friends funeral next Tuesday, maybe I can get caught up on congratulations for the winners and thanks for comments on my poetry. You seem to be marching along without me. Love, Joyce