Our neighbor Irene died a few days ago.
She lived alone.
She died alone.
Another neighbor found her.
A heart attack or stroke perhaps.
Dead on the floor of her bathroom.
Alone.
Her house sits empty.
Car in the driveway.
Lights on timers still light up the place at night…giving the illusion of life.
But Irene is gone.
Road construction outside of the house continues.
The sun came up.
The birds continue to sing their morning lullabies.
Life churns forward, without Irene.
And this makes me sad….until something in my world invariably pulls me away from these thoughts.
You were a good neighbor Irene.
We will miss you.