Times change. People change.
One neighbor retired to North Carolina. One is in a nursing home, his mind claimed by dementia. One died.
But yesterday evening, we had a short mini reunion. Parked in front of the house of the neighbor who is in the nursing home, we found his youngest son, who was in high school when we moved in. His hairline is receded now. His wife, who is a minister, talked to someone nearby. The former neighbor works with teens at his local church.
They were there to pick up something belonging to his father.
What memories did that object bring back to my former neighbor?
Talking to him brought back memories for me, too.
One of them was about the death of his mother, which will be the basis of my first Falling Wednesday rerun feature on Wednesday. Then, it made me think of my mother in law, trying to recover from her latest fall.
|Is life like a bowl of cherries?|
One of the things constant about life is change. (Taxes, too. And getting older.)
Join me Wednesday for my first Falling Wednesday.
Day 8 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge #blogboost