Silly accidents do happen every once in a while.
Mary picked up her pen— Thank you so much for the dinner invitation. You know how Great Aunt Martha enjoys making her squash pies for our family get-together on Christmas; well…
At the last moment, Martha sent her neighbor, Bob, to pick all the Squash left in her garden. When glancing at how much was left, he asked his friend, Ken, to help him gather Martha's last bounty. It was a perfect day, a balmy forty-five degrees outside in our little town of Parkville.
Well, when the men finished picking all that was left, instead of making two trips, they decided to picked up their own baskets. which were filled to the top, and began walking towards the house. Martha must have been looking out the window for them, because she opened the door as soon as the men were ready to come in. Thanking Martha, Bob stepped carefully inside, and because he couldn't see over the squash, he tripped on the scatter rug in front of the door. He fell toward Martha, who couldn't get out of his way fast enough, and both tumbled to the floor. Bob found himself unable to breathe, and wondered if he hurt himself.
Ken watched this all go down with interest as Bob’s produce flew every which way, and smiled, but became concerned at the proximity of Bob’s head. He put his basket down, so he could help his friend before he smothered to death. Bob used all the strength to push himself up for air, and blushed when he saw where he landed. Ken bent down to help him stand. Falling on top of Martha was an embarrassing moment for Bob, but he covered it up by asking her. “Was it as good for you as it was for…?” He stopped when he noticed Great Aunt Martha wasn't moving.
Ken bent down to check Martha’s pulse, and found it weak. Bob dialed 911, and help arrived soon after. The paramedics revived her, examined her vitals, and noticed a large goose egg on the back of her head. When Martha kept repeating things, they thought an overnight stay was in order.
So Aunt Louise, this is where Great Aunt Martha is until further notice. How long will the doctors keep her in the hospital is anyone’s guess; meanwhile, she seems to be in good spirits. What I’m having trouble adjusting to is the jokes floating around my small town ‘where everybody knows your name.’ I love my Great Aunt Martha, and feel disloyal when I smile at some of them. What happened to her is no laughing matter, plus, those jokes don’t bear repeating while some are downright disgusting! How low can someone go on trying to be funny, I don't know? They mean no harm, and I suppose I would laugh if I wasn’t so worried.
With all this happening, I won’t be able to make the X-mas meal this year. I cannot attend without Great Aunt Martha, because it just wouldn’t be the same...
I stopped writing when the phone rang. “Hello…”
“This is Dr. Jennings at Parksville Hospital. Your Great Aunt Martha passed all the test, and she'll be able to go home this afternoon.”
“That's great news, Doctor! Thank you!” Mary hung up, and wrote down the good news. “I just heard, Great Aunt Martha is alright, and she’ll be released, but she won’t be able to travel just yet, so please enjoy the party. We’ll be thinking of you. Merry Christmas!
Your Loving Niece,
Walking back inside the house after mailing her letter, her daughter, Angela, greeted her with— “Unka Arnie said that Great Auntie Martha musta gotta thrill from Bob falling on top of her, that’s why she fainted. What does he mean by that, Mommy?”
Rolling her eyes heavenward, Mary picked up her six-year-old, and hugged her. “Unka Arnie is trying to make a joke, sweetie.” Just wait until big sis gets a hold of him, he won’t think he’s so funny.