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.