My god, Matthew, I auto-posted this a while ago, but this is the first chance I had to read it - really read it. Ironically, I just learned that a 77-year-old neighbor had a massive stroke today and is not expected to live through the night. That news was delivered to our townhome circle by her daughter.
I've been sitting in the dark on my porch trying to wrap my mind around that news. She is such a good neighbor, a kind and friendly soul. And, I am remembering when Hurricane Irma came through a little more than three years ago and how my grandchildren and I worked to clean the tree limbs and debris from the parking lot. My grandson noticed that this neighbor had several limbs in front of her door. At all of 10-years-old, he moved those limbs, and she was so impressed she insisted he take 10 dollars. He didn't want to. But, she insisted.
And, I've been crying in the dark and remembering her, not knowing if she is gone or not. And, this story seems so appropriate. I am crying as I write this.