Bye, bye Nancy

December 18, 2015 my neighbor of about ten years was found dead in her apartment. She was 63, three years younger than myself. I've know for years that she had a morphine pump put in to her side because of a car accident she was in when she was a teenager. Her neck was broken and plates were put in to keep it straight. I had to take her in often to have it refilled. But she went in recently to have it replaced. I am convinced something was done wrong during that procedure and possibly the morphine leaked out and she over dosed. She spent the next few hours vomiting and with severe diahhrea. She even went back to the ER by ambulance. Dumb Dovie was called to get her and brought her home even though she was incoherent. Dovie told me Nancy was unconscious in the waiting room at the ER at Riverbend but that a nurse kept pinching Nancy's arm, telling her to wake up, her ride was there. Dovie brought her home and put her in her recliner and left her completely alone from that afternoon until she found her dead about eleven the next morning on the toilet. She still had the vomitting and diahhrea and had not been able to breathe. Nancy hadn't called between 9-10 as Dovie told her to do. She was dead.

I'm still in shock! Today Joette and her husband, the lady who raised Nancy's son, were at her place cleaning and clearing things out. Joette looked everywhere for proof of insurance because Nancy told her she had a $12,000 policy with New York Life. It would seem she doesn't. So, Joette will end up paying for her cremation and the autopsy if one is done.

Nancy passed on the 18th and her son and his teens were here to take her big screen tv and jewelry within 24 hours. But they were no where when she needed help. I dont get it! God bless you, Nancy!

When I heard a man's voice next door I stepped out to see if Nancy was ok. Dovie had just gone through the gate to her place. I noticed the patch on the man's left sleeve said, "SHERIFF", and I was concerned that Nancy had been attacked or robbed. He stepped inside her place. I went over and opened the door to ask if she was ok. I told him we have been neighbors and friends for years and I was concerned.

He held up his right hand in a "halt" position, and said, " It's my duty at this time to inform you that the resident here is deceased and that she is still on the premises." I started to fall backwards. But I grabbed a shelving unit and all I could say was, "God bless you, Nancy!"

The Sheriff asked me many questions about her past drinking and drug use. He asked my name, phone number and such and said he'd call if he needs more information. Then he said, "There WILL be an  investigation!" I think he was Officer Fenley.