A year ago, today, my grandpa passed away. He was in a nursing home, and had been sick, but not that sick. There was no warning. I didn't expect it. I would've gone to visit one more time.
I found out this morning my neighbor Brenda, passed away. She too, had been sick, uterine cancer. I hadn't talked to her in a month and had no idea she had taken a turn for the worse. The thought had crossed my mind several times to visit, bake her some bread, or give her a call. I didn't though. I was too busy, too tired, too lazy. Brenda was a believer and she is now pain free, celebrating with the Lord, but I'll miss her.
What hurts the most though, is that I didn't know. It didn't have to be a surprise. I have been planning in my mind to invite all my neighbors over for pie for three months now. I haven't done it. Brenda was the only original neighbor left from when we moved in almost 8 years ago. I loved knowing her. She loved us. That connection with people is so important. You just don't know how quickly things will change.
I think I'll schedule that pie party now.
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