June 20th received a call from the Greenville, S.C. County Deputy Coroner. “Sir, do you know Karen Regina Larsen?”
My former wife. Death notice. Needs to contact next of kin. That would be one of my two surviving sons.
Cause of death; perforated colon leading to septic shock.
This was a woman with enormous talents whose life choices lead to her spending her final days in a charity nursing home estranged from her children and grandchildren, friendless, and broke. Such a waste.
The 1964 book, Games People Play by Eric Berne, M.D. has a chapter entitled, “Now I’ve Got You, You Son-of-a-bitch”, that was her lifelong approach to interpersonal relationships. What she never acknowledged was there is a limit to how long people will play. In my case, 22 years.
I’m not her next of kin so that burden will fall on my middle son. I will give him advice, if wanted, but the decisions will be his. My guess the state will bury her in some potter’s field with no mourners.
For myself, I have little feeling left. The last time I saw her was the day after my youngest son’s funeral. My daughter-in-law, who had her in her household off and on for several years, didn’t want to cope with her and asked me to handle the situation. She was ten months younger than me and looked ten years older.
My concern at this point is solely with my sons. They are tough men and will handle her death as they have handled other problems in their lives.
Her 14 year old cat, “Pinky”, now lives with my daughter-in-law who also cleaned out the apartment after the move to the nursing home.
An older blog post still sums up my feelings.
Several family members occasionally read this blog and this post is as much for them as for me.
No condolences are need for me but, if you are inclined, give a thought to her sons. Thank you.