The death of Ms Esther Beckman hit me hard. She would’ve lambasted me for calling her name that way but I feel like it’s important that people remember it in its entirety. Essie was special, she deserves that much.
I didn’t get to spend long with her, but I was grateful that I’d met her at all. The committee’s initiative to shop for vulnerable residents during lockdown had been devised to benefit those residents but I believe that I had needed Essie more than she ever needed me. She’d become my lifeline in that short time. The only distraction from my atrocious misjudgments. And she was gone.
When I got off the phone from Terri I lit up a cigarette for Essie. I quietly sobbed at my fold up table into my cup of tea. I couldn’t understand why she would do what she did. Walking into the lif
