Cindy Hoffman died last night. My father heard and called me at 8 am to tell me.
Who is Cindy Hoffman? Well, absolutely none of you should know her, so this obit is for me and for me alone. Cindy Hoffman was a local woman who had three sons, one of whom was a year older than me, one a year younger, and another several years younger. Her husband is Jack, who is one of my fraternity brothers, although obviously decades older than me. My parents have known them for 52 years.
Cindy Hoffman was also the kind of lady EVERY single town in America runs on. She was the first to volunteer for ANYTHING. She was the town recorder for decades. I don’t recall EVER having voted since 1988 without Mrs. Hoffman running the polling station. If the town was forming a committee to get something done, she was either on it or running it. Any time any one needed help, Mrs. Hoffman was the first to volunteer her time.
She was also ornery and cantankerous, opinionated, had a good sense of humor, was sarcastic and occasionally profane, and liked to chat. Whenever I needed to know the scuttlebutt, I’d call her up or flag her down if I saw her driving around town. She was fun to be around, didn’t pretend to be something she wasn’t, and didn’t judge. She’d just roll her eyes and say “I don’t know what people are thinking” and then get back to work doing what she thought was right. I really became quite fond of her the last ten or so years I moved back here, and I will miss her.
She had a heart attack and a couple bypasses about two months back, and was in recovery for quite some time. I called her a few times as she was not allowed visitors because of the virus, and kept pestering her to let me cook for Jack and her kids. She was released two weeks ago and finally relented, and I made a massive lasagna dinner for her family so she wouldn’t have to. She called several times to thank me and she didn’t need to call once, but that’s just who she was. I had thought everything was going well with her recovery, but apparently she died last night at home before the ambulance could arrive.
And please don’t fill the comments with stuff like “sorry for your loss.” She’d hate that as much as I do, even though every time someone like Mrs. Hoffman dies, we all are gonna experience a vacuum and a loss. I’ll miss her. She was a lot of fun. America needs more Mrs. Hoffmans, not fewer.