Where I live, there is a woman who should have turned 96 this past 4th of July. Her name is Ms. Jordan. There is one handicap parking space on our block, it's hers. I met Ms. Jordan when I first moved to the building. She, without a formal introduction, instructed me to help her get some bags out of her trunk. I, on my way to hit the streets, was a bit annoyed at her presuming that I had nothing better to do. At the same time, I loved her old school mentality that suggests since she is older, show some respect!
Over the 5 years I have lived here, I have carried my share of groceries up her 3 flights of stairs! While she walked extremely slow behind me with the assistance of 2 canes! She would say, you can leave me, 'I'll crawl up the stairs'. She was not being funny either; she actually crawled. I have assisted her out of her car, that she still drove. I have listened to her stories and shook my head when I noticed her car was missing well after dark. She would often compliment me on my 'big pretty legs', clothes and shape. What I liked most about Ms. Jordan is, she was still on the move. Going to various birthday parties of her 80 and 90 something-year-old friends, attending church service and visiting friends.
Here is my dilemma, I have not seen her car parked in the handicap spot for months now. I have also not seen Ms. Jordan for the same amount of time. I keep saying I need to call the number she gave me, but I get nervous and scared. I don't know what is going on; it may not be as sad as I am imagining it to be. But regardless, I have been wondering where she is. At 96, I just keep thinking of the inevitable. I think today, I will call and see what is going on, praying that she is okay. It is just not like her to not drive. I know I am a punk, being scared and all, but where oh where is Ms. Jordan!!