Everyone has a story ...

      Re-posting the blog on Amy Geneux Keck brought some riveting -- and surprising -- responses.
      Oh, gosh, we often don't know what our friends have faced in their lives.
      We revisited the blog piece on Amy -- the tragic, heartbreaking story that we wrote in 2015 because (1) it was the 10-year anniversary, almost to the day and (2) many of our readership -- including new friends at Trinity Terrace, our seniors residency -- had never seen it.
      The intent of our blog -- from the start in 2012 -- certainly has not been to focus on negativity or painful episodes. But we do try to deal in reality. Never been a fiction or whimsical writer.
      It is, however, often not a fun venture. For example, the stories of our family's tragedies in the World War II years needed to be done, never to be forgotten.
       So it was with the story of Amy and the connection to my parents and our then-young family. It was tough writing, and reading.
       Here is the first of the responses from friends that, frankly, shook us. So similar to Amy's ordeal ...
        "My first wife died of an aneurysm 10 days before her due date. In the effort to save her, our daughter was deprived of oxygen so she did not survive the ordeal. It happens more than people realize."
      (Pause for reflection here ...)
      Second response: "Ah, yes, why do bad things happen to good people? It comes to us all, sooner or later. Our biggest tragedy was the suicide of our daughter at age 18 in 1990.
      "Evidently she inherited the genes for extremely bad depression that current treatment were ineffective for. [We] were extremely fortunate in that we recognized that it was no one's fault and probably inevitable.
     "So instead of saying WHY for the next umteen years, we were blessed to realize that we just needed to accept the fact that there was no answer and we just needed to keep moving forward.
     "We were also blessed to be surrounded by family and friends that loved her and loved us. She was brilliant, caring and beautiful and loved God. Unfortunately when the psychosis was present, she was unable to remember all the love the world had for her. 
    "We are glad that we have the Resurrection to look forward to when we shall all be reunited, with no more tears."
     (Deep breath before we go on ...)
     Third response: A female friend told us that many years ago she lost her oldest daughter at age 35 -- mother of a 20-month old. Breast cancer took her. 
     "Losing a child is the worst thing that can happen," my friend said.
     And we always think of our great Woodlawn High star athlete Trey Prather, who at age 20 died in action in Vietnam. Two years later, his mother -- deep in grief, unable to cope -- was gone, too.
      It was a tragedy so many of us from Woodlawn (and later LSU, where Trey played some -- but not enough -- quarterback) never forgot.
      We do go on, just as Amy's family and the others we've heard from here have. But it's never the same.
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    We are going on, too, a month after Beatrice left us. The support, the caring so many have shown our family has been extremely comforting. We know she was loved, and our family also is.

        There are moments now that bring tears -- a Willie Nelson video on YouTube singing All The Things You Are ... because Bea loved Willie.
        Today it was Neil deGrasse Tyson's presence in a segment on CBS Sunday  Morning because Neil -- famed astrophysicist and TV personality -- was one of Bea's favorites. (So were Dr. Michio Kaku,  physicist/author/TV star, and the late Dr. Jane Goodall.)
        Bea introduced them all to me. None had any connection to sports. But I paid attention. 
        One of the most gratifying tributes to Bea has been two instances of friends donating to "Trees for Israel," in which a tree will be planted in that land in her honor. (We've been told a third tree also has been donated.)
        Honestly, we'd never heard of that organization. My bad. But these are such nice gestures, among the many we've received.
         Bea would have liked them. 
         So hopefully that's a positive way to end this blog piece, which started on a sad note. We much prefer the good news.

 

       

 

This is tragedy ... this is heartache

Amy, about 4, with Miss Rose.

      Oh, Amy, we loved you so.
     Amy was the little girl who lived across the street from my parents' home. We knew her all her life.
      When our Jason -- at ages 3, 4, 5 -- came to visit with his new Oma Rose and Opa Louis, one of his favorite things to do was go play with Amy. They were the same age.
      They were a matched pair, both blond(e) and sweet and cute, two kids playing in the driveway or the garage. Loretta and Lynn Geneux, Amy's parents, were as proud of her as we were of Jason. My parents thought of Amy as practically another grandchild. 
      The Geneuxs lived on Schaub Drive in Shreveport for Amy's first decade (brother Emile came next, and sister Amanda followed). Lynn Geneux became our family attorney and, with Loretta, were my parents' "protectors" as they aged.
      Many people took care of Rose and Louis, but few as much and as consistently as Lynn and Loretta, even after they moved to another nearby neighborhood. If there was a Van Thyn family function, the Geneuxs were there. They were loyal.
      We thought about that Thursday, one of those days -- one of those phone calls -- that devastates you.
      We were getting ready to go exercise at the downtown YMCA when my phone rang at 9:47 a.m., and Lynn Geneux got right to the point.
      "We wanted to let you know that Amy died yesterday [Wednesday] morning," he said, hesitating. 
      What do you say to that?

The Keck family in summertime:
 Amy, William, Audrey, Jim

      He then told me a little of the circumstances. Amy Geneux Keck, age 41, wife of Jim (married for seven-plus years) and mother of 6-year-old twins Audrey and William, was nine months pregnant and at home in Houston when she began to feel labor pains. She was having trouble breathing.
      She told Audrey to call Nonnie and Papa in Shreveport. Audrey did and told them Mama was having the baby -- due near Thanksgiving -- and they better hurry to Houston. She then yelled at William to call 911.
      It was Amy who called 911. The medics arrived, and Amy got herself on the gurney. But, it is thought, she stopped breathing by the time they took her out of the house. They tried to revive her on the way to a nearby hospital, but ... no.
      The baby also died.
      Adeline Claire Keck, Geneux grandchild No. 8, never had a chance. 
      When I told Bea, her first response -- after sobs -- was that "you don't expect that to happen in today's world."
      As Lynn told me in a later conversation -- after I asked permission to write this blog piece -- the cause might have been a pulmonary embolism (blood clot). They are awaiting autopsy results.
       There had been no warning signs, not in a doctor's visit Monday. Some back pain Tuesday, but it all looked good. And then ...
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      Lynn Geneux was in the Jesuit High School Class of '64, not an athlete -- not

All the Geneux/Keck/Ericson family;
 that's Jim and Amy, far left

even that much of a sports fan -- but one of the excellent students for which that school is known. He has been wise counsel in so many matters as our attorney; as a caring person, my parents believed so much in him.
      When Dad had so much trouble with French attorneys and the government trying to settle his first cousin's estate -- Dad was the heir -- Lynn worked hours, days, months, a couple of years on the case. Not sure he ever charged Dad for any work; if he did, it was a cute-rate bargain.
      Loretta Gates Geneux, like Bea, was a country girl who came to live in the city. She was from Coushatta, La. -- Bea's mother's hometown -- and, for you baseball fans, a cousin of the famed Joe Adcock.
      She has her country twang, a delightful, upbeat person who is sneakily funny. She doted over her children -- and Miss Rose -- and she's the best Nonnie anyone could ever be.
      We have known so many great people, and the Geneuxs are right there.
      Lynn reminded me that Loretta was nine months pregnant when, after a weeks-long search, they found the house for sale on Schaub Drive. They signed the papers on July 1, 1974, moved in on July 5, and Amy was born July 10. Welcome home.
      Our Jason was 4 months older. They each started school the same year, graduated high school the same year (1992) and attended LSU (separate locations) at the same time. They each married the same year, each a few years into their 30s, had children the same year.
      Amy became a teacher, first in Shreveport and then in Houston, where she moved because it was Jim's hometown and he had a job as a chemical engineer. She taught in middle school (social studies) and elementary school.
      To be honest, we were not that close to Amy after they moved from Schaub Drive. But to look at her Facebook page now, and the many, many posts from longtime friends and her students, she was so much like her parents -- just as sweet and kind (and funny) as we remember her as a little girl. As a teacher, she obviously was dedicated and diligent.
      But mostly, she was about family. The Geneuxs are about family.
      Amy and Jim's twins are the oldest grandchildren and the first of two sets of twins; Dr. Emile, a dentist in Shreveport, and wife Dr. Beth, an OB-GYN, have twin daughters, and two younger daughters. Amanda (and Jeff) have a daughter and grandchild No. 9, a boy, due in February. 
      It is a loving, tight-knit group, and we admire them. On Loretta and Amy's Facebook pages, there are so many wonderful family photos -- many taken by Jim, who is a skilled photographer (side business) -- and so many neat posts. 
      They've had their challenges, serious health issues with two of the grandkids, and other difficulties. But they were patient and persevered.
      And now this. Our hearts ache for all the Geneuxs, especially for Jim, Audrey and William with the loss of their wife and mother.

Our little Amy, with baby Emile

      Their grief is profound and, no comparison, but for us, the rest of Thursday was full of tears and remembrances. There was no trip downtown -- too much emotion -- just long walks for each of us.
       Amy and the family was about all I could think about. It is difficult to fathom such a life ending so tragically.                        
       "She was a good mother," Lynn said of his oldest daughter, his and Loretta's first baby. "She lived for her children and for her family. She was good to them, she was good to Emile and Amanda, and their kids.
       "It is not supposed to be this way," he said, choking up at the thought (but not as choked up as the person he was talking with). "But it is."  
       Amy, the beautiful little girl who lived across the street.
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        The Geneux family posted these visitation/funeral arrangements:
        Houston:
        Sunday: visitation, 5-8 p.m., Klein Funeral Home, Cypress-Fairbanks, 9719 Wortham Blvd., Houston, TX 77065
        Monday: Mass, 4:15 p.m., St. Maximilian Kolbe Catholic Church, 10135 West road, Houston, TX 77064
        Shreveport:
        Tuesday: Visitation, 5-8 p.m., Rose Neath funeral home, 1815 Marshall St., Shreveport, LA 71101
        Wednesday: Mass, 1 p.m., St. Joseph's Catholic Church, 211 Atlantic Ave. 71105, burial to follow at Holly Springs cemetery near Coushatta, LA