January 4, 2013

• Life and Death...

  There has been a few deaths around my house recently.

  In Oct. the lady across the way's husband died. He was a quiet man and kept to himself. She was personable and now is withdrawn. I try to just give her a friendly hello and wish her well.  She has told me that it is my few times of chatting with her that keeps her getting up every day, she always looks forward to seeing me and having a brief chat.

  Then Terry died and my wee little Eggo's have been coping with the loss. Her family all contacted me and let me know what her wishes were/are for my boys. They all have my email and are keeping in touch, they want to help  out when they get old enough to go to college, and even with BigE now.

  Shortly after that we found out that someone I knew from CR passed and his family was shocked as well as mine. I sent off a message to the family and shared with them a few of my good memories about their husband/father/grandfather.

  Two days ago, I found out the lady above us passed away. I heard some goings on. E walked out and comment that they were just having some work done. 

  BigE said he felt like something more was going on so out he went and asked....turns out she passed away. He came in and told me.

  I went out immediately and went to talk with her daughters, we were on speaking terms, and give them my condolences. They all made the comment that their mother always chatted to them about my boys and me. 
  She told her daughters that I was a good parent and a good neighbor. She told  the family that I was kind to her and watchful. 

  She said a few other things about us to her family and they were grateful that I stopped by. And glad that I lived up to all that they have seen about me and heard as well. They each in turn gave me a hug.

  It is moments like this that help me keep on being who I want to be.

  When my end comes I hope that people look back at my life and not remember the bad but the good I have tried to do. Those that I have tried to help will remember fondly and try to be even better than I tried to be. 

  I never thought that I would have made any impression on the neighbors because I have been struggling to just cope with living in an  area that I don't like and it frightens me with the bad that is around, so I try to put out good because it makes me feel better when I am nice. But I never thought that I was being unusual or even  memorable to people like those around me.

  Now I am off to watch Happenstance. This reminds me that just one kicked pebble or grain of sand or pigeon poo can change the life of even those that I don't have any contact with.

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