Today Andrew and I went out driving. We left around 2:30. DH has not been feeling well and he had been in bed most of the day. Andrew and I went into town and then came home a different route, stopping at the FD and at a friend's house. We started up the hill toward out house around 4:00. We rounded a curve right before our house and there were cars and trucks all over. I recognized a couple as first responders and I went into a panic thinking something had happened to DH. (This same thing happened about a year ago but our neighbor, Bill, had broken his leg and they were there for him.) Then I saw the ambulance at our neighbor's house! We pulled up to one of the guys directing traffic and I asked what had happened. He said that they were out on a breathing problem. I thought maybe Bill had come home and we didn't know it. I had Andrew come up to our house but the first responders were all parked in front of our house too so he had to go up the road, turn around and then pull the truck up off the road. Hard to describe - but he had to pull it up onto the hill and then got it stuck in the mud! Anyway, I jumped out and ran over to one of my friends who is a first responder and I asked him if Bill was okay. He looked at me and said, "It wasn't Bill, it was Mary Helen!" OMG! I asked him if she was going to be alright and he said she was already gone when they got there!

She was only 56!