The empty eggshells we found today make me sad. Kids All grown up. Parents still here, thank God, but the seasons seem to be speeding up, and I don’t like it.
We lost an anchor tenant in the neighborhood last week. My friend who lived in the house next door to me for over fifty years, has moved to a nice place where she can be looked after. It was a hard decision.
For the last seven years the girls, and I have picked up her newspaper from the curb and tucked it into the mailbox by her front door, the red plastic wrapper conveniently recycled into a poo container for the walk back.
I will miss waving to my neighbor from my porch. The girls will miss barking at the couple who took such good care of my kind and thoughtful friend.
Those little shells speak volumes.