: "My husband's had a stroke, right?", Loretta asked. The blonde young man paused for a second, taking a deep breath and said, "Oh no, Mrs. Louis, your husband has passed on." Loretta stood up and shrieked, "No! No! That can't be!," and she instinctively threw her arms around the paramedic, needing someone to hold onto. He held her very gently while she continued to cry out and finally he was able to get her to sit down again. Just a minute later, Linda had come into the kitchen, having let herself in with her own key.
Loretta is very accepting of the passing of time. You can see it in her appearance as she adopts a simpler, softer look with each passing year. What you don't see in Loretta's face is fear. She is confident of eternal life and this confidence, more than anything, explains how she continues to emanate a beauty that still astonishes.