It’s been a while since I’ve posted. I try to keep this blog light and upbeat so it’s been impossible to write recently because my heart is so heavy. Last month we lost one of our best friends, Cindy Herrmann Flowers. She was not only my friend but a wife, mother, good-time-organizer, business woman, community champion, adventure seeker… she was an anomaly. She brought people together in big ways yet she was divisive. She had a sharp tongue and a soft heart. She had a strong character, strong opinions and a weakness for Snickers, decorative plants, and a worthy cause. I’m absolutely gutted over her unexpected death.
Until now, our community on the peninsula has been astonishingly and oddly untouched by the pandemic for the most part. Sure, we’ve struggled through mandates and lockdowns and financial hardships for the past year and a half but aside from losing our village doctor to covid in the beginning, we’ve not endured any other real tragedies. We were aware yet sort of still a bit oblivious to the impact the virus had on a personal level. All over the world people have been losing family members and close friends to covid complications but we didn’t know anyone here that died… or that even got all that sick. We were in this sort of protective bubble, being minimally impacted by the pandemic. Cindy’s situation burst that bubble for us- shattered it in to a million pieces along with our hearts.
In my nightmares I couldn’t imagine a more heinous scenario. Cindy contracted covid while 7 months pregnant and had to be intubated. Her husband, Dwayne, had to quarantine and recover from the virus on his own at home. Their little girls had to isolate with an uncle. The baby, removed via emergency c-section, was transferred to a different hospital (Did you know there is only one NICU in the country? At the public hospital, Karl Huessner Memorial, and it was only established in 2015… is that wild or what?!?) where he was also isolated. It was an impossibly tragic situation and the ultimate outcome was devastating- Cindy did not recover.
I still can’t fully wrap my head around it and I shudder to think about being in Dwayne’s shoes and having to pick up the pieces now for his family. All of Placencia recognizes and feels this loss; in a small community, one can have a significant impact and no one would argue against it: Cindy had a big impact on this community.
I’m so grateful she enlisted me to be her partner-in-crime whether it was exploring a new hiking trail or organizing and executing a new fundraising event. I mourn a future without her- without her organizing special events and play dates for the kids and family get-togethers and girl’s trips and BBQs. But I’ll just have to remind myself to celebrate the past that I enjoyed with her… like when:
And when she had the brilliant idea to thieve flowers with friends and then again when we turned our pilfering in to a fundraiser
I’ll always remember what fun we had finding Lynam Prison (and meeting a random rasta out in the bush)
Well thanks for indulging me and reading this post whether you knew Cindy or not. It’s been cathartic writing this and therapeutic to reflect back on some of our shared experiences. Her contributions to the peninsula will not be forgotten and her friends and family will remember her proudly.