- Posted March 9, 2014 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Her name was Pia. Pia Farrenkoft. If you believe what you read in the papers she was anywhere from 40-49, worked at Chrysler (or didn't), had a son...or didn't. She was estranged from her sister. Estranged from her family. Estranged from the neighbours...and if being dead for six years and nobody notices is a reliable indication she was estranged from life.
Estranged from humanity.
Found this week mummified (desiccated) in the back seat of her Jeep Liberty...garage closed and keys partially in the ignition. A highly probable suicide. Was she Eleanor Rigby "wearing the face that she kept in a jar by the door.."...one of the lonely people? A thwarted lover? A sad and forgotten Mom? A difficult family member? A recluse? A businesswoman who gave up motherhood or family for a job only to have the job disappear in a economic crash?
Bits and pieces drift in slowly. Hard to separate facts from fiction. When I read the story the morning it broke I was mystified. Couldn't imagine how anyone in these days of extremely high technological connectivity could just disappear for 6 years and no one notice.
I can't skip my morning Facebook for a day without a half dozen phone calls.
Her bills, they report, were handled through auto-pay. According to the news she had $54,000 in her bank account in 2008. Was last seen employed and received a ticket for driving without insurance somewhere after September of that same year. Missed a court date in January of 2009 for the ticket. And then was never heard from or seen again. From six years the payments trickled out. Everything on time....until the money was gone. Then the house fell into foreclosure.
Her neighbour's first assumed she was travelling...as she often travelled for business. Then they assumed she had moved. They kept the small lawn cut. After the house fell into foreclosure the foreclosure company would continue to maintain it.
If you don't pick up your mail in a timely fashion The Postal Service removes it and eventually everything is either Returned to Sender/Undeliveable or in the case of flyers and junk mail...eventually tossed. Then they don't deliver to that address again until it is reactivated.
If this poor woman's short life teaches us nothing...let it teach us this:
We MUST look out for one another.
Care for each other.
Take five minutes and say hello to your neighbours.
If somebody new moves into your neighbourhood be the first to greet them...whether it is with a pie or an invitation for a cup of coffee or brunch.
Take the time to know your co-workers.
Care about other people.
Life is too short for familial estrangements.
Life is too short for hate or grudges.
Life is too short for isolation.
Life is too short.