Well, this may have nothing to do with suburban survival, or survivalism as we define it in general. But, I found out tonight, my neighbor in NJ died from cancer. She was older, yes. But a very, very , very nice person. She lived with her son and his wife next door to me. I mostly saw her walking their dog (Dexter) outside their house when I was coming and going, and she always had a kind word. Somehow, I know, Dexter will miss her. We would chat very briefly from time to time, but I never knew she had cancer, and she never mentioned it. She never complained of pain, never looked like she was suffering.
I was on my way out the door to meet a friend when I heard about it this evening. That was about five hours ago. Now it is almost 11:00 p.m. EST, and I am finally realizing, I will not see her walking Dexter tomorrow, or get to exchange those kind words again. A somber moment, for sure, when you realize a simple moment is gone forever.
She was one of the few neighbors I knew or communicated with in my neighborhood. She kept to herself, didn’t seem to pass judgement, and apparently did not look or sympathy in public. She was a nice lady, that I suddenly wish I got to know more. I’ll miss her.
Well, sorry for a rant, but it was a very personal moment, and I felt like I had to share it with someone. There was no one here to share it with when I got home, so I hope you understand. 🙂
Be good to one another.
I raise my glass to you for another personal moment. Life moves too fast, expecially in the big city. We are always in a rush to go here and there. We too often take it for granted and unfornately it takes death to remind us to appreciate it more. We need to not only appreciate our lives, but the lives of those around us. We should all take the time to be more kind, polite, human and personable to one another. Most animals are more humane to one another than society as a whole. I agree with you Sub, let’s be good to one another. Let’s make life more personal.
Sorry for your loss. Hopefully she lived her life to the fullest, or at least didn’t have many regrets (I guess we all have a few, some more than others).
Earlier this year a guy at work died of cancer, but he was 39/40ish with two kids. I can honestly say he was one of the nicest people I’ve ever met and he is truly missed. Made me focus on what my family (wife, two young kids) would do if I die early. My wife, not so much into prepping. So I made out detailed instructions for my brothers on getting my family safe if/when the balloon goes up and I’m not here (and designated funds from my insurance to buy gear/food/etc.).