my mom

[Drunk Monk]

This morning, there was a 911 call in my mom's court. 2 cops, fire and ambulance. It's my mom's neighbor, a couple of my mom's generation. I grew up with the son, who was like 2 years older than me, but we haven't crossed paths for like 40 years. I think the mom is wheelchair bound. They've ramped the place and I know she had a stroke many years ago. Fire and Ambulance left several minutes ago. The 2 squad cars remain. One cop took photos of the yard. Their caretaker showed up, talked to the response team, and went inside. The cops are waiting for something - coroner maybe? I'll observe for another half hour but then I must attend to my mom's grocery errands.

One of my mom's neighbors told me that my old elementary school friends mom who was wheelchair bound, Joyce Vaugh, died. The response crew was there for that. 

My mom just talked to her widower, Paul. She said they had a 'nice chit chat' which she says for every telephone call. I was going to ask about how a death call would be 'nice' but I didn't go there.