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12 years ago today....
Today is the 12th anniversary of Frank’s death.
He was 12 years older than I and had led a rough life; we always knew it was probable that he would leave me a widow and we had discussed what would happen when he was gone. Intellectually, especially after his second stroke, I knew that his lease on life was running out. But I was totally unprepared for that phone call that afternoon.
It was 1:30 PM and I was in the office of one of my direct reports, trying hard to open a line of communication between her and Accounting – Loan Ops was always in conflict with that department because every single thing we do impacts the general ledger. The switchboard operator called me over the loudspeaker, asking me to call her immediately. I asked Janice if I could use her phone, and she moved from behind her desk to let me do so. I called Myra – and she gave me the number of a police officer that was trying to reach me.
Needless to say, I called him back immediately. He told me that Frank had been taken to the hospital and gave me the number of the doctor to call. At that point Janice asked me if she could do anything and I asked her to go get Kevin, my boss and friend. Kevin was there even as I finally got connected to the doctor. The woman seemed evasive on the phone, not answering my questions about what was wrong no matter how specifically I asked them, and I was getting rather exasperated. Kevin just watched and his eyebrows flew up when finally I said “Are you trying not to tell me my husband is dead?” And everything shifted around me as my life changed when that poor harassed doctor, who did not want to tell me on the phone, simply said “yes”.
His Rolex stopped at 9:35 AM, which is the time when they found him slumped over the steering wheel in the drifting security car. The time of death was officially 10:35 AM – the ambulance crew knew Frank and knew if he was declared DOA at the scene there would have to be an autopsy [very few police or ER want to be cut open after dying], so I will always believe they went thru the motions until he got to the hospital and he actually departed when the watch stopped. Because he had not changed the emergency contact information at his job when I started a new job, they couldn’t reach me. His supervisor realized his cell phone was in his locker – we didn’t have lock screens back then, so they were able to get into it and find “Carol work” and finally call me, four hours later.
12 years, 3 jobs, and 2 moves later and the memories of that moment still break my heart.
Franklin L Tucker
June 2, 1938 - December 16, 2004
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