Death of co-worker

Last week, I learned of the death of a woman with whom I had worked at the railroad. She, like me, was a clerk. She was about my age, being born in January of 1948. The last I knew of her, she was in good health. She left the railroad in the mid 90s for other pursuits.

I had intended to go to her funeral, but someting came up and we were needed to take care of our grandchildren. So I am left to wonder what happened to her. I recall that she was something of a free spirit and would on occasion put the pedal to the metal while driving the messager van. May she R.I.P.