January 8, 2012

• Please sTanD There one MoRe time….

   

     so I can tell you in person how much you meant to me.

  You are gone now, my dear neighbor. I hope, truly hope that you are in Heaven.  So does your family. You used to stand in your lower yard, watering the rose bushes and you loved it whenever we came outside. Every now and then, you’d find my boy’s soccer ball and toss it over, You didn’t seem to mind that once in awhile, a ball would be there. Maybe because your own boy was a ball-playing kid once. He’s a grown man, shaken to the core after seeing your last breathe whisper through you mouth.

  I always loved how hard you worked in your yard. When you invited us to come pick apples from your huge, healthy apple tree, I was so grateful for your kindness. Now, the ravens have picked it clean. And as a reminder, it seems, they have dropped a few as they flew over our yard, on the way to a new perch.

  The tomato plants you gave us in June are brown, frozen…waiting to be plucked out and put into the compost bin. Those were the best tomatoes we’d ever eaten and they delighted my grandwonders when they went through our garden looking for goodies. Thank you SO much for that gift.

  You were so cute in your suspender-held jeans with your measuring tape always on your belt, standing by our fence, chatting with my hubby about “stuff”; the yard work, the hunting trip, the future projects,,,”It’s never done!”

  Your blue eyes could be seen from our front step almost all the way over to yours. Your smile was just as bright.  Your voice when you called Bandit “Hey, Dohg” will stay with me forever.

  I will miss seeing you drive by, especially with your wife . I will miss you watering and just kind of poking around in your yard. I wish that the last time you were at our front door, we’d invited you in to sit a spell. If only we’d known your time here on earth was almost……….. gone.

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