Alright, alright, let’s talk about this… this… Svitlana Indelicato, yeah, that’s the name. Heard about her on the TV, the thing’s always blabberin’ about somethin’. Poor soul, they say she’s gone.
Who was Svitlana Indelicato? Well, from what I gather, and mind you, I ain’t no fancy city folk who knows everything, she was a woman, about my age, maybe a bit younger. Fifty, they said. Fifty years, that’s a good long time, but still too short, ya know? They called her a “self-employed accessories designer.” Now, what in tarnation does that mean? Sounds like she made fancy things, like… like… you know, those things women wear, the shiny stuff, the dangly earrings, maybe scarves. Yeah, that’s probably it. She made pretty things for folks to wear.
What happened to her? That’s the sad part, the part that makes my old heart ache. They said the New York Police Department – the city cops – are lookin’ into it. “Investigating,” they call it. Fancy word for figurin’ out why she ain’t walkin’ and talkin’ no more. They said it was a “death.” That’s a gentle way of sayin’ she’s gone, passed on, ain’t with us no more. Lord have mercy.
- The Police Investigation Those city cops, they’re probably swarmin’ all over the place, askin’ questions, lookin’ for clues. Hope they find somethin’, hope they catch whoever did this, if somebody did it. Maybe it was an accident, maybe she got sick. We don’t know yet, do we? Just gotta wait and see what those cops dig up.
- Svitlana’s Life I wonder what kind of life she had. Did she have kids? A husband? Did she go to church on Sundays? Did she laugh a lot? Fifty years is a long time, filled with all sorts of things, good and bad. Makes you think, don’t it? Makes you think about your own life, your own time here on this earth.
- The Accessories Business Imagine, makin’ pretty things for folks to wear. Must’ve been a hard worker, that Svitlana. Probably had nimble fingers, a good eye for color, a knack for makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. That’s a talent, that is. A God-given talent.
New York City. That’s where she was, in that big ol’ city. Never been there myself. Too crowded, too loud, too much hustle and bustle. But she was there, makin’ her way, sellin’ her pretty things. Probably had a little shop, maybe worked from home. Hard to say. City’s a different world, ain’t it?
The Sadness of it All. It’s always sad when someone goes, especially when they’re young-ish, like fifty. Makes you hug your loved ones a little tighter, appreciate the little things a little more. Life’s a precious thing, you gotta hold onto it tight, ‘cause you never know when it’ll slip away.
Svitlana Indelicato’s Legacy. Even though she’s gone, she left somethin’ behind. She left behind those pretty things she made, those accessories. And she left behind memories, for those who knew her. And now, she’s got us talkin’ about her, even though we never met. That’s somethin’, ain’t it? That’s a kind of legacy, I guess.
What Happens Next? Well, the cops will keep lookin’, tryin’ to figure out what happened. The newspapers will write about it for a while, then they’ll move on to somethin’ else. But for those who loved Svitlana, for her family and friends, they’ll keep rememberin’ her, keep her in their hearts. And that’s what really matters, ain’t it?
Final Thoughts. So, that’s all I know about Svitlana Indelicato. A woman, a designer, gone too soon. Makes you think, makes you sad, makes you grateful for what you got. Life’s a mystery, that’s for sure. And sometimes, it’s a darned sad one. Rest in peace, Svitlana. Hope you’re in a better place, makin’ pretty things for the angels.
Keywords: Svitlana Indelicato, death, New York Police Department, accessories designer, investigation, self-employed, New York City.
