The knocking stopped last week. I heard that the neighbor passed away. I guess he was closer to the end than I realized. Some friends of mine, who were part of a small crew of people who I had somehow rounded up to stop by for visits, showed up one afternoon to find he was gone. Maybe he knew it was coming. Maybe that’s why he’d been reaching out to other lives. Maybe he just didn’t want to go alone.
His death came fresh on the heels of news of the sudden death of a friend of mine. It’s been a long week full of sad surprises, balanced precariously with some good reasons to smile.
Posted by allison at June 29, 2005 10:18 AM